You used to have to work hard to be a hermit.

When I was young I might be in the Adirondacks or the Green Mountains hiking and I would come across a “hermit” from time to time.  Living in Vermont, I developed friendship with one. He lived off an old dirt path on a road called “Joy Brook Basin”. (Is your alone time making you more joyful?) He did not come into town but a few times a year. He preferred his mountain top living over people. Over the years I have run into a few. Continue reading Being A Hermit Takes Work →