The Aloneness?by Chaplain Tilia Giron, RScP, PhD May I honor the alonenessThough it feels heavy in the airLike the lack of something or someone that once was there.An air of expectancy permeates the silenceAwaiting a presence that fails to appear. I sit with the silence and the air of absence.Rather than hasten to fill the space,I quietly choose to accept the vacant emptinessAllowing and being. I cannot, will not, choose not to ‘fix’ me or …
