After my NIA dance class today, a friend asked, “Where have you been?” My impromptu response was, “My father transitioned earlier this summer, and I’ve been ‘hermitnating.’”
I know, hermitnating is not a real word, but maybe it could be...to describe that space or experience in life when you instinctively withdraw from your typical routine, like a hermit, or a hibernating bear, in order to process...grieve...gain clarity...grow...heal.
Yes, I’ve been hermitnating. Although I’m at peace with my dad’s transition, I miss him, terribly. And on top of that, I have anxiety surfacing about my impending “empty nest hood” in the next 5 months.
Hermitnating is my way of shining the light on and dealing with some core root chakra fears.
I guess you could say that I’ve chosen to hermitnate, so that I can germinate a more serene, expanded and balanced me.
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