There were approximately three ga-zillion people at last weekend’s Faire on the Square. The requisite bounce house was filled with kids. Churches, banks, dentists and the sanitation department were handing out thousands of tchotchkes to thousands of passers-by. Cotton candy and gyro vendors couldn’t keep up with the demand.
And then there was this woman. She found the one empty space, parked her beach chair, and read a book. Her capacity to claim a place of solitude in the midst of craziness took my breath away. You can’t just up and do that: it requires some practice. It requires amazing focus and mindfulness. Good for her.
My friend Curtis wonders whether the ubiquitous wearing of iPods in public is a way of trying to find solitude in a culture of constant bombardment, social networking, and buzz. How do you find solitude? How are our bounce-housing children learning to claim it?