Sometimes I feel lonesome. Not all the time, not every day, but sometimes loneliness creeps under the door into my tree-house and wraps itself around me when I am curled in my bed with my Pwca. It happens most often when the light fades from the sky, when the weather is cold and I am less likely to venture out at night.
Truth be told, I am a bit of a home-body. I love my home and my Pwca is a wonderful companion but, as much as I enjoy the quiet beauty of my lovely rooms, and the solitude necessary to do my work, I sometimes long for the comfort of a warm human body and heart and mind and soul to engage with.
Intimacy is a human need. It is not a need that can be met through casual interaction in the everyday world. It requires a familiarity that can only be found in the personal connection that exists between friends or lovers or family.
As the longest night of the year approaches, I am glad that I have a tree decorated with lights to cheer my home. It will stand in its place until I can detect the return of the light. I am grateful that I have a warm and loving feline spirit with whom to share my evenings. I am grateful that loneliness is only an occasional visitor and that I will be able to visit with my beloveds on occasion over the next few weeks.
But sometimes, I wish I could spend the evening with my arms wrapped around a beloved and with theirs wrapped around me. This is my wish for the new year. The first star I see on the longest night of the year, I shall wish upon it.