It is not the desert island nor the stony wilderness that cuts you from the people you love. It is the wilderness of the mind, the desert wastes in the heart through which one wanders lost and a stranger. When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others… Only when one is connected to one’s own core is one connected to others, I am beginning to discover. And, for me, the inner spring, can be best refound through solitude.

–Anne Morrow Lindbergh