I read a quote not long ago. Of course with this memory of mine, I can’t remember the exact wording, but it was something close to this. “The secret to living peacefully with old age is making peace with solitude.” I think it’s the same for those of us homebound or bedridden by illness. We get to know solitude well. She’s easier to live with if we find ways to enjoy her company.
When I can’t do anything but stay home and hang out with solitude, I think of this poem. It reminds me that even when I can’t do anything, and when I’m alone, there are still beautiful places to go.