Every once in awhile I get the desire to live the life of a hermit. Yes, there are people who I’d still want to engage with, namely my husband and children (so maybe the word, ‘recluse’ is better?) Whatever. Just in general… I feel like I’d be happy with just Wilson on my own little Cast Away Island. (Hopefully the need for removing bad teeth with ice skate blades wouldn’t come into play… scary.)
Not only would I enjoy the much needed alone time, but also on the plus side, a few years on a secluded island would be a great way to get on board with a strict no carb diet. I’d be looking pretty svelte in no time, though on the down side, I’d only have a bloodied volleyball to share this with…. But I digress, as usual…
ISLAND LIVING FOR THE WALKING WOUNDED
I have to believe that Simon and Garfunkel’s song, “I am a Rock” was written in response to some personal emotional injury. Here are the lyrics for those of you who might not be familiar with this song. (I have to write it this way because I can’t get it to format correctly.)
A winter’s day, in a deep and dark December; I am alone, gazing from my window to the streets below, on freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island.
I’ve built walls, a fortress deep and mighty, that none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island.
I have my books and my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain; and an island never cries.
What are the kinds of things that might make someone want to join a convent, live on a secluded island, make friends with Wilson, go off the grid, put on their suit of armor, hide in their room, etc? I have some ideas…
One of our primary emotional needs is to be understood, to be known through and through, to be loved unconditionally for who we are at our core. When somebody really knows us, they’re able to put things in their proper perspective, they don’t jump to conclusions or take things personally. They don’t make mountains out of molehills. They see our intentions and our motivations. They know and love us for who we really are. They never get caught up in their own ego and so misunderstandings rarely, if ever, arise. Is there anyone in your life that fits that description?
I’m a firm believer that it’s within the context of our relationships that we grow emotionally and spiritually. Getting hurt and disappointed is part of the human experience, and yes, it can be painful and gut wrenching at times. We need to remember, or at least I do, that it’s more than okay to take time for your self, to wash ashore on your own Cast Away Island and stay as long as you need to. In fact recognizing that need to ‘check out’ and accommodating that need is actually very healthy.