“Stoicism” is derived from “stoa”, meaning a porch. My stoa is available for a sit down, a shared cuppa and a chat.
I keep time in my calendar for conversations with friends, future friends, colleagues and neighbours.
At my age and stage in life, I benefit from giving time to listen, help people stabilise their emotions and resolutely trudge forward. The power of communing, the catharsis of talking about conscious thought and action and about transformative life energies – that’s what my stoa is around for. What benefits you benefits me.
Around us, there seems to be incessant talk. “Share” is mostly a button. We often respond to invisible “with us or against us” ultimatums. On my stoa, I try to hold back judgment and listen. I might push you to name your fears. You can put down the baggage briefly, breathe, gather the energy needed to pick that burden up and carry on.
Being the lamp on a table, or the searching beam of a flashlight is more my style than to be the Sun. Maybe, one day I will be a lighthouse.