I dreamed I was working with other caregivers on the ground floor of a big building. I needed to use the restroom. I walked along a path, with green on both sides, heading toward the restroom which was situated yards away from the main building.
My boss asked me why I was using that restroom; I should be using the one in the main building. What if I am needed. “Do you know find it lonely, walking to the restroom?” she asked.
“Lonely, not at all,” I responded, “I love it, the feeling of silence, solitude.” I felt it, the beauty of the lonely path, leading to the restroom.
However, my boss had a point there. Once back, I asked my colleague where the restroom in the building was. It was on the second floor. Urgh! I felt little desire to use it, it was crowded unlike the ground floor which was sparsed. “How on earth can a big ground floor like that be without a restroom,” I wondered.
Later, reflecting on the way silence and solitude draws me, I thought, “I could almost believe I had been here before. How else could I explain how a young girl of 15 years old, ever talkative and whom my mother called fluff head be so drawn to the silence and solitude of the Carmelite Monastery. It was not just a convent I wanted to go into, I wanted to be taken out of the world and enclosed. Today, it is still silence and solitude that attracts me. When not working, or out shopping, I am in my own world of silence and solitude. My house, though situated in the city gives me that, the feeling of silence and solitude.
The Quiet Land 