The trivialities of this world
led her to solitude. Its coldness had hardened her and she felt far from her
truth. In this time alone she gazed at the stars, basked on coloured rock and
absorbed it’s warmth unsheltered from the sun, drank from the rivers, sat with
lizards, watched the birds and listened to the trees. Here her body softened;
softened as she thought no more, just felt.