It’s 1am and here I am with some sort of revelation about the nature of the society that we live in, which doesn’t exactly embrace solitude but this is when some of my most transformative work takes place. It happens after the day has subsided and quiet covers the land or at least covers me. I find myself unafraid of being alone with my thoughts and, in fact, welcome them. Being still with our thoughts is truly an art form. Being present with those thoughts; allowing them to come and go, as they please is most natural; as opposed to letting the noise drown them out. The irony is that quietude is a privilege seeing as how we live in a society that is addicted to being wired; whether it’s the internet or the phone but it’s good to step away for a while. I find myself trying to practice carving out a time for so much stillness per day, in order to hit that emotional reset button and find some lucidity.