Reflections on Solitude and Common Ground by MW Hardwick
This is the place for rest and relaxation
The hills and natural grass fulfilled my need for solitude
Alone with nature
You come to it over the low water crossing
Of “Loneman Creek” its freshness dripping along toward
A small but beautiful flowing dam—called shorty”
This house designed by us in the Hill country of Texas
To be a refuge from the constant turmoil of life
An eye for light and sunshine accentuated by 12 foot ceilings and
over 66 windows (some from the Yale Law library) in 1200 sq ft
Bringing the inner space and outdoor together in one continuous flow
This was our wound licking place,
a place safe for nesting now,
away from the pains of external life.
It is the opening of my eyes and my heart
It is the vision of restoration and loss of innocence
seen now as the reality of suffering and pain, and truth they hold.
It is the heart after years
of bruising and trying to fix the unfixable
speaking out loud in the clear air of Loneman Creek.
One question remains why now and why us?
If I could look back with clear eyes–
what does it all mean and where do I stand?
I promise myself to the rolling hills and ash juniper
and to the shaky foundation of the “sun downer” from which
beautiful sunsets are viewed at the day’s end
and the warm southwest breeze to heal my sorrow and lift our future–of a hopeful tomorrow…
an invitation for who knows what …
This is the bright home in which we escaped to live,
this is where I ask my soul to speak to me, our friends to come,
this is where we want to leave things barely touch by us,
to love all the things nature——it has taken me so long to learn to love…
Who knows what…what…life has in store for you and me.
The visible nature and invisible peace working together in this place called–
COMMON GROUND. Common Ground. common ground…
Don’t over think it…just enjoy, embrace life’s precious moments…