The Value of Solitude
Although many cultures have long recognized solitude as an opportunity to look inward, in our culture we sometimes think that spending time alone is unhealthy. Some psychologists even argue that since we're social beings, meaning is found only through relationship with other people. But we are more profoundly relational than that. To be fully human we need relationships with other people, with the nonhuman world, and with our own inner depths. In solitude we have the opportunity to explore all these domains of relationship. We are also spiritual beings and may feel called into solitude to seek communion with a numinous Presence we can directly experience, but not clearly define.
Solitude offers an opportunity to explore the sense of alienation many of us live with and to realize that being alone is not the same as feeling isolated or lonely. I've been exploring solitude - sometimes during months alone in the wilderness - for forty years, and I've learned that the core of my loneliness is not separation from other people, but feeling disconnected from myself. Solitude provides a respite from the demands of social life and creates a space for personal healing. Paradoxically, spending time alone can soften our sense of alienation from others.
Spending time in wilderness solitude is a fascinating adventure. We have carried specialization to such an extreme in the service of efficient productivity that daily life can seem boringly repetitious. Activities we used to enjoy when young are lost to the demands of adulthood. Living alone in the wilderness requires that we learn to do everything required for survival. The satisfaction of such self-reliance is deeply rewarding.
Not everyone agrees, and there has been a long and sometimes acrimonious argument about the value of solitude. Perhaps the most common objection is that withdrawing from social engagement is self-indulgent and irresponsible. But to say a solitary is shirking responsibility is to claim complete understanding of the world. We can never really know what contribution we're making; we can only be true to our deepest calling and trust that we're doing what we're meant to do. I've found that my desire to contribute to the lives of others deepens in solitude.
We each have a social identity, a persona held in place by our interactions with other people. In solitude this persona begins to lose solidity and dissolve. The process is sometimes terrifying and there are few easy escapes. Solitude challenges us to face our inner darkness and to discover that we're not identical to the conception we often have of ourselves.
For me, deep wilderness solitude is profoundly meaningful, but I don't actually recommend it to others. It can be painful and dangerous. We must be called to it from within, and if we require external encouragement, we're not yet ready. But I do think many of us can benefit from stepping out of our hectic daily activities to spend time alone. Often when asked how we are, we reply, "Busy." This seems to refer to an on-going state of stress as well as to constant physical and mental activity. We live with the sense that we don't have enough time to do what we believe we must do.
We tend to value activity above everything else, but all beings need to rest and recuperate. The widespread occurrence of depression in our culture may be linked to our refusal to allow ourselves quiet time. Feeling the need to be constantly busy can prevent us from turning inward. When we are out of balance, our activity doesn't arise from a place of stillness and wisdom. Much of our activity is ecologically destructive, and frequently our efforts to fix the problems we have caused only deepen the wounds. If, though, we can relax our demands for material goods, the Earth might be able to heal herself. Perhaps we can find fulfillment in nonmaterial terms and learn that what we seek we already have.
We are sometimes so focused on progress that we don't experience our lives as they are here and now. Yet the world will always be exactly as it is in each moment - no matter how much time and energy we expend denying this simple fact. If our plans for the future are not grounded in joy in this moment, our lives go unlived.
We frequently don't perceive ourselves to be biological beings in a living world. Theoretically, we know we depend on the physical systems of Earth, but experientially we are alienated from those systems. We treat the Earth as a stranger we should protect for pragmatic or ethical reasons, but until we begin to actually experience nonhuman creatures as family and the Earth as our home, we are unlikely to make the changes necessary for our survival.
Solitude has the power to catalyze shifts in perception. The felt experience of belonging to the ecosphere is psychologically and spiritually healing and may have profound implications for changing our patterns of behavior. Along with economic and legislative solutions, we need inner transformation. Solitude evokes the spacious wonder of living in a sacred world.
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Based on the book Solitude: Seeking Wisdom in Extremes © 2008 by Robert Kull. Printed with permission of New World Library, Novato, CA.
Image by januszl, courtesy of Creative Commons license.
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Wow
An amazing article. Truly, I enjoyed this piece from beginning to end.
The solitude of living in the wild has definitely affected my perception, in ways I cannot even begin to truly explain.
You have to be there, at the bottom of a 70 degree slope, having lost your orientation to a degree, but pretty sure that your campsite is above your current location. To climb, as darkness and hunger set in, towards what you hope will be a haven.
Probably, you have to stop at least once, to rest, as you look upward, with thoughts of fire and food. There is no one there but you. No one to help you, if you misstep. No one to save you, if you fall.
When the screaming in your muscles stops, you continue moving forward, upward. Onward.
With relief -- just as you are very nearly about to quit -- you come right into the circle of your camp. An hour later, a fire burns. Food cooks upon the coals. You have to keep it simple, because you were a fool, and now it is too dark to cook something nice. But it is hot, and filling. And you have conquered, once again.
Even your own foolishness is no barrier, to the determined..
How mighty are we?
"You must *be* the change you wish to see in the world." Mahatma Gandhi
the ROOTS
you have discovered and shared the ROOTS brother... ILLUMINATE! SHINE!
~namaste joshua
sustainable soul...
sometimes the best bar is zero bars and a view...
up a creek...
sometimes I feel like an large insect sitting by the creek looking up at the bluff. Today I frightened a water bird floating past. I should learn to be more quiet.
Thanks Bob. Your post let me feel the quiet and stillness sitting here.
"[One] must learn to be still in the midst of activity and be vibrantly alive in repose."
~ Mahatma Ghandi
Inner and outer journeys
Thanks guys. I'm glad the words and silences touched you, brought back memories, and evoked the spacious wonder of deep solitude.
Yeah, there is that shift, desired yet so often fiercely resisted: from feeling separate to feeling woven in. Ahhhh.
Always the balance between needing to survive and being called to surrender control; from doing to being; from craving permanence to allowing death its due.
Bob
Yes, Solitude!
A couple of years ago, I wrote a poem/personal manifesto that has become an avatar for me on all my 'social networking sites.' Here is the poem:
++++ I have found my existence in and of itself to be enough. To live and breathe inside of my body is overwhelming. To retreat into my mind so blood-hot and beautiful is a privilege. To sleep alone in my bed and to feel loneliness is a blessing. To share my own agony with myself is comforting. I reach into myself and I finger places that I can't even touch. I perceive of a passion within myself which words will never suffice to illuminate. When I lift my left foot it will be carried out, and when I lift my right foot it will be spread to you. Love alone will direct my hands and cause my lips to speak. The span of my life will paint the masterpiece of what is inside. I will do it alone. And what does it mean to be alone but that I am without another? This is no tragedy! Besides, inside of me dwell worlds and oceans much larger than another's hands could ever hold. My brain is my pulling moon, director of the tides that rip and cause waves to crash along the shoreline of my muscles onto the beaches of my bones. Who would dare swim in a sea so violent with currents just as strong? May my actions be a permanent warning flag, telling of the lovely tempest that rages within. May my love be a fierce gale, knocking over even the most deeply rooted trees. You have no place inside of my heart. There is only room enough for me. ++++
I've caught wind of criticism by friends and peers more than once for whatever meaning has gotten lost in their translation. Your article perfectly articulates the heart of my poem, so I posted it on my blog as a defense. I hope that others can see what it was that I really meant. Thank you! Great article.