Stand tall
by the water
know no fear or loneliness
let this love
cross you over
let this song
bid you well
by the water
know no fear or loneliness
let this love
cross you over
let this song
bid you well
Rebecca Riots Band
At the empty nest turning point of middle age, something arose in me, and my journal became full of entries about being alone. I discovered that two entries written 10 years apart were almost identical. I had not yet learned to dignify "alone" with the name of Solitude, but I knew what I wanted, what I needed—as if my life was depriving me of something as essential as the air I breathed.