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My Indian friend Paul messaged me: "Your website has been offline for a couple of days. Are you alright?"

I contacted my web host for a fix and replied to Paul.

A few days later, another message from Paul: "They must have lost a lot of your files when they restored the site. The last post is dated end of June."

I replied: "No, I haven't posted since then."

And that was a week or two ago.

Socrates is credited with this short maxim: "Know Thyself."

A propos my almost two-month hiatus from blogging, I'll say these things about myself:

• I'm a solitary replenisher.


• I'm a physiological introvert.


• I'm an HSP.

My normal routine is to spend 11 solitary hours, five days a week. The two weekend days are spent with my beloved, as are evenings. And twice a week the 11-hour stretch is interrupted — once by a two-hour house-cleaning visit with R, once by a two-hour writers-group session here in my home.

Of course, there are the occasional phone calls and social visits, parties, events, and outings. And despite all the above, I'm a lover of people and good conversation, and those who've known me a long time, or perhaps I should say those who knew me before I became disabled, would have had a hard time thinking of me as introvert. I had a hard time with that, too, when I figured it out. Extraverted introvert — that's what I settled on.

Time was, I was much more active and much less solitary but nonetheless solitary by nature and, in these latter years, solitary and contemplative by the confluence of physical disability and by spiritual path.



This summer, that pattern of regular, prolonged solitary time was broken with the intensely interactive five-week visit and work routine with my sister and, sandwiched in the middle of it, a beautiful but intensely interactive visit with long-time friend Mot and his partner on their beautiful land in northeast Texas.

The trip was an adventure. The break from routine was good for my body, and for my soul. The working relationship with my sister allowed me to revisit my "before disability" highly-energetic "do-er" self, because together we accomplished an incredible amount of work, daily.

I notice that this urge to reach out, blog-wise, is happening about five weeks since the end of my long sister-visit. My overstimulated, crispy-fried solitary/sensitive nerves must be on the mend.

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