Alone vs. Lonely
Yesterday on my way to work I saw an unusual thing. A single goose, silhouetted against an orange morning sky headed south for the winter. I’ve seen many geese already this year, flying in formation as they make their annual sojourn. I love that there are natural signs of the seasons like this. The idea that, without a calendar or a watch, we can still have a sense of the goings-on in our natural world is comforting. This migration is part of the vast living organism of the Earth and its ecosystem, somehow still functioning amidst the political upheaval and unrest that we humans have brought to it.
My reaction to the lone goose on two different days is what I want to discuss. On both days, I identified with this traveler in very different ways. Yesterday, Thursday, October 24th, I saw myself as a kindred spirit, and imbued the happening with all the emotions of the day. They happened to be less than positive. As I write in this blog, I have a tendency to only write on the good days. I need to start writing on the bad as well.
Yesterday, I was the goose, always and forever by myself. Struggling and striving to keep my head above water, even though neither of us were in the sea. All my memories of relentless childhood teasing returned to me, as fresh as the day they happened, and how they formed the person I would become. A quick flash to a life without another to love, and a couple of heartbreaks regardless, brought on a sense of dread and ‘motivation constipation’ for lack of a better term, and I found myself mired in another day of depression. Lucky for me, this day was mild in comparison to many I’ve survived in the past, but everything is relative, and when the last several months have been good, even a mild depression can feel like a return to a place that you thought you’d escaped.
I imagined how hard the goose was beating its wings to remain aloft. How often it must need to stop and rest, and how, without any goose friends along for the ride, their must be the same crushing loneliness of being alone, but not by choice.
I was anthropomorphizing heavily of course. It’s unlikely a goose would have such a rich inner life. I know what it feels like. I don’t have many close friends to begin with, and on a day when I’m feeling like this, it’s almost like I forget that the ones I do have are there, or care.
Then I extrapolate out a life of endless trips back and forth each year, and the minutia of foraging for food daily, and whatever other tough goosey things that this beautiful creature must go through, and wonder if it’s worth it? Especially flying solo.
So, I was going to write this post yesterday, but didn’t, because I had other things to do, and I’m glad, because, thinking about that lone goose today, I’m in an entirely different frame of mind.
Today, my goose is fiercely independent! They are not bound to the need of knowing whether all the other geese were also going to fly that day (and yes, my goose is non-binary and prefers the pronouns they/them/theirs, though I’m comfortable with he/him/his or anything else you want to call me besides Scotty).
They live fully and completely in the moment, giving and receiving love to those around them. They remain a creative and open vessel for whatever muse needs expression through their flight in the world. Today, I am proud of the independent me, who knows that, though I may be alone, I am not lonely, at least not today. I know that there are people in the world who care about me. I know that as I give, I receive, and those not ready to share in my giving are just migrating in a slightly different direction.
My compass is to continue to uncover what makes me tick, and to let some of the fear of sharing it lift long enough to allow the light to beam out of whatever fissures it can find. To connect and share with others, and to listen instead of speak. It’s truly blowing my mind how many people are so freely ready to engage in a short conversation.
It is my hope that this will lead me to the more connection that I seek and one day, perhaps, a love connection. Because the only thing better than flying solo and strong, is choosing to join another goose on the way.
💙💙💙💙💙