Witness and Solitude
by rebeccaMpells
To witness and to be witnessed is a form of acknowledgement of our own and others’ existence. It is the sibling of ‘belonging’ identified by Abraham Maslow in his hierarchy of basic needs as crucial to our emotional well-being. Few are able to live entirely in the absence of either.
As I approach my mid-fifties, I suddenly find myself without parents – officially an orphan as one friend stated! Neither uncommon or unexpected. And yet I was unprepared for the sense of aloneness I experienced, even though I’m not from what you would describe as a close family either geographically or emotionally. It has surprised me, since I live and work alone I’m used to and comfortable with my own company. But parents or carers are our primary witnesses, they watch over us when we are young, validate our efforts as young adults and observe from the sidelines as we progress through life. And then at some point the witness becomes the observed as we in turn keep an eye on them in their advanced twilight years.
The threshold over which we take our first steps into aloneness is often experienced as abandonment. Many will step back in fear and seek distraction, the company of an unsuitable partner or live at the edge of other people’s lives, rather than allow the space and time for a solitary life to flourish. Alone we are faced with nothing but our own reflection, our repetitive inner voice, no-one to be impatient with but ourselves! Tired of our own story, we eventually begin to tell it in a different way, we no longer need to filter it for the ears or expectations of others and we can live our life as a question rather than a fiercely guarded certainty. Sooner or later a fresh complexion begins to appear, the gentle re-weaving of our inner and outer forms.
In the 21st century to seek solitude is considered odd, others feel rejected and offended by it. But to allow ourselves – and others – to be alone, whether for hours or days or weeks, is to live something that feels like a choice again. In this space we can experience our own truth, not to sink into despair of a mis-spent past or regret a decision made long ago, but to inhabit the space in a fresh way, to navigate the movable frontier between what has been and what we are about to become. Self-knowledge allows us to adopt the manner of the fledgling novice once more, humble and gracious in our attention to ourselves, others and life. It is good to remove ourselves from time to time from the chaotic flow of a world which never stands still, to find our place within it once more.
Painting ‘Field of Dreams’ Rebecca Pells Fine Art
This is such a creatively positive essay, Rebecca. The art of becoming and being ourselves – not always an easy path; there is often much to unlearn, and painful things to address. But if we give ourselves space to grow into our true potential – which means embracing solitude as you say – then everyone benefits from the end result. I suppose in traditional societies this would be called acquiring wisdom. And of course having got it we need to (always judiciously of course) share some of it where we can 🙂
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Thank you Tish. Yes as you mention, I think the part of self-knowledge that often gets overlooked is the ‘unlearning’ of the patterns of thinking and behaviour which no longer work for us. Only then I believe can you successfully move forward with not only a fresh outlook but the actions and responses to enable us to do things differently. As for wisdom – hmmm that’s probably a whole new blog post!
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deeply introspective!
looking into our hands
perhaps our parents
can be found 🙂
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Yes, they are there within us –
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Very sensitive and beautiful words
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Thank you. I’m glad you found them so.
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I heard once when we lose our parents we lose our past.
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Thanks Judy. I don’t think we can loose it entirely or change what has already happened – we can forget it and plough our own path, taking the good with us and doing our best to let go of the negative stuff and “inhabit the space in a fresh way”
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Your art is magnificent and your words so inspiring and beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you very much Carol. Happy you like the painting as well as my thoughts 🙂
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Beautifully stated and introspective. Being alone can be scary, yet it’s when we’re alone that we are most our true selves.
Yet , when our parents are gone, I think we’re never truly alone- they are always part of us, like it or not!
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Thank you – I’m happy you liked the post. Yes, I think for a couple of months I have felt ‘ah now the buck stops with me!’ But now I’m beginning to feel quite free to really be me, without filtering it for parental expectations!
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Rebecca, another blog post from you that shows you are mindful, humble and gracious. Another lovely painting accompanied by interesting and stimulating words. I am sorry for your recent loss.
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Bruce – thank you for your generous comment. Mindful perhaps – I’m working in the other two ! Very happy you like the painting too 🙂
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Lovely and yet powerful post, Rebecca. Much wisdom in your reflections… and dreams in your beautiful painting.
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Thanks Tiny – I think I manage to write wise words sometimes -putting them into action is something else – but I’m working on it! Very happy you like my painting 🙂
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I know about the action part, Rebecca 🙂
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I neglected to say how beautiful your artwork is. I’m sorry.has I not dedicated one wall to an ethereal picture of poppies (some think I’m barmy) it would have sat nicely in my room.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Ha – thank you David. If you’re ever looking for more poppies you’ll know where to find some! 🙂
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