Hermits come in all shapes and sizes… each with their own unique dogmas and lifestyle choices… but it is far easier to say that you want to be one than it is to actually live the Hermit life. It is a complicated affair, after all, to actively pursue a life of self-imposed isolation in a world where – no matter where you go – you are bound to come across the one thing you are trying really hard to avoid: People.
Others might disagree but, in my experience, there are really only two basic types of Hermits:
1. The Wilderness Hermit: Lives off the grid and off the land and happily goes months or years without coming across another human being
2. The Urban Hermit: Lives in a populated area, great or small, and keeps to him or her self except to the extent that they have to go out in public to restock and resupply.
As much as I would love to be a Wilderness Hermit, my need for access to a pharmacy disqualifies me. As such I am forced to pursue, essentially, the Urban Hermit life.
These stories take a look at some of the ways I try to go about doing that.
As I write this, the temperatures outside hover in the 20s and 30s and the ground is covered with a thin layer of snow and ice. It’s perfectly understandable, living in the Northeast in mid-December, that I should complain about the weather because it’s just what we do up here. What we also do up here is fantasize about an early spring while reminiscing about the good times that were had during the recently departed summer. We also start ...
It’s interesting how seemingly casual, light-hearted conversations can sometimes take on lives of their own and wind up in places that were never intended. I suppose it happens often enough to be no great surprise, but it seems to me that it’s a bit more rare to find yourself still thinking, many days later, about some of what was said and whether there might be some things in your life that needed to change or should be done differently going ...
I came of age in the 70s and was fortunate to have been exposed to James Taylor early in his career. Even though I grew to prefer loud smash mouth music, Sweet Baby James was always the go-to background guy for cuddling and make out sessions with your best girl.