Alone and Together

02:16Meg Cowan

Travelling as we are doesn't allow for much alone time. We live in one pretty little lego block of many, built into long and wide lines, surrounded by concrete sidewalks and thin lines  of  green.
We share meals, space, emotions and questioning together. We join in laughter and tread carefully around frustrations.So far, it's working. however I was glad of four days left to my own devices, working in San Antonio.

As I left, I mused about time away. I will walk to the convention centre at the pace I set, eat where I choose, work and then come home to silence and time to process. Bliss. All by myself.
This desire to have alone time is an evolving process for me. I understand the importance of community and support but  over the last few years, I have become more comfortable with my own company, a tricky thing for an extrovert!. I am learning to live as an authentic version of me and I'm liking this more and more. This version still makes plenty of mistakes, but is hopefully a little smarter about recovering from them than in years gone by. She feels strongly but tries harder to hold her tongue when under pressure. This version of me is moved to action but realises that sometimes it is a process rather than just a project and she tries to build more with an eye for the future and sustainability. I was looking forward to a few days away with that kind of girl.

The convention I attended was slow but worthwhile all things considered. I was surrounded by aged funeral directors, which is an occupational hazard. I re-connected with one of our first American clients and was reminded of how things progress in ways we couldn't have seen or imagined. After dinner one evening a group of us took  the riverboat cruise which winds through the picturesque canals, set below the city streets.

The evening drew to a close at a lively duelling piano bar where funeral directors cut loose, unfettered by phones that may call them away from the revelry to the sombre business of dealing with the dead.
I have no desire to wind my way drunkenly down a street and spend the next morning caressing a toilet bowl  but there is a comradery about a few glasses of something strong. Ever more when surrounded by those who love you. And so it was in this place where I most missed my sisters. It took me back to new years eve where loved ones spread in the eclectic range of chairs across mum and dads back lawn, sipping sangria. I found myself reminiscing about the evening where the three of us went out together, sisters bonded through blood, arguments, shared trials, hilarity and love. We shared stories about our parents and when we text mum to tease them, our father replied to say we were  all beautiful. So of course we sent him a very unflattering photo back. I have for the sake of my sisters dignity, and my own, only shown the first of those two images. 

p.s - don't complain about this photo sisters! Its the only one I could find.. thereby proving we need to have more nights out like this and photo ops together. xx
That is the part of being away that is hardest. It is not a house or a car or a job that I miss. It is the pieces of my heart that lift their heads from the pillow many hours after my day has begun. So it seems even in my alone time love haunts me. Like a thick blanket memories of togetherness wrap about me and it is warm and delightful. I am wrapped too in divine companionship, with ancient words of wisdom echoing in my heart. One can put to flight one thousand, but two, ten thousand. 
Another reminder that together is always better. 

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