When I was a small boy I loved building forts, hiding in closets, and reading books late at night under the bed with a flashlight. As I grew up put away those childish things, but I never lost my affection for moments of silence, and times off by myself to think.
It is said that when we confront our demons we discover they are much like the little man behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz.
My morning meditations insure that for at least a few minutes I am alone with God, where he can put me back on the right path and remind me that no matter how many demons I confront I am loved. It is in silence, it is in solitude, that we hear the quiet voice of God. Once we hear it, we can leave our place of quiet and go on about our life.
I sometimes think about peaceful solitude as like coming across an quiet stream of fresh clear water. Don’t resist the temptation to remove your shoes and socks and dangle your toes of even once in a while go for a skinny dip.