home alone

I am home alone. My husband and younger daughter Samy are away skiing. Mariel, my older daughter is spending the day with her dad. And I am home alone. In the years following my divorce from Mariel's father, being home alone was excruciating. I didn't know what to do with myself. Mariel's absence was like a wound. Now, I stretch my mind and body out in my empty house, luxuriating in the possibilities. I have a list - meditate, walk the dog, read, visit Walpan, do an asana practice, take a nap - and I can organize it, change it up, however I want. A different time, a different perspective, can make an experience that once was agonizing feel delicious.