Spending time alone. When my children were small, all those many years ago, I carved out precious moments during the week where I could just be with my own thoughts. A young neighbour would babysit for an hour twice a week allowing me time for short walks in the canyon. I relished these. They nurtured me. Once my children began leaving home, I was afforded much more alone time which felt luxurious. Now however, it has begun to feel like too much of a good thing. Most of my time alone is filled with thoughts that revolve around the loss of Michael, Kelly and Diesel. I am grateful to have so much time to process my new reality but am beginning to find myself desiring more opportunities for meaningful engagement of my mind elsewhere. I never imagined that the time would come when I would feel that I had too much time alone. Fascinating.