Meanderings

This year, although spent in solitude
Just when I wanted less of it
The more I got lost in it.

But through the solitude,
My life meandered.
It felt like a river,
Flowing through rocks and colorful pebbles,
Winding around trees,
Along mountains.

I wound through
A few storms,
And kept bending along,
Finding my way.

There were happy times,
But solitude enveloped even them.
I didn’t seem to mind. I kept flowing
Putting in the work, keeping to myself.

The meanderings of my heart,
And then, some of my mind,
Led me through the passage of time.

Lived, I barely did.
I seemed to want less from the outer world,
Absorbed in the indoors.

But the meanderings
They kept me alive, and bubbling,
Like a river in spring.

Meanderings I’ve had
Through the year that has been.

A Little Note for 2025

It’s been a rather simple year one that I tried to fill with books, the blog, writing, art and a zillion other tiny things. I seemed to have meandered through the year needing less from the outer world and all the time craving for someone. It seemed that my meanderings were helping me kill the passage of time and no it didn’t feel as hollow. I was fulfilled throughout, yes it helped to get through time and I seemed to find my solid ground. I like doing a theme for the year and this time it was Meanderings and I think it fit the year really well. Sometimes you’re not sure where you’re going but you continue to flow gently, softly, gracefully, hoping you’ll find what it is you’re looking for.

What did you meander through this year?