I am here alone for the first time in weeks, May Sarton begins this book, to take up my 'real' life again at last. That is what is strangethat friends, even passionate love,are not my real life, unless there is time alone in which to explore what is happening or what has happened. In this journal, she says, I hope to break through into the rough, rocky depths,to the matrix itself. There is violence there and anger never resolved. My need to be alone is balanced against my fear of what will happen when suddenly I enter the huge empty silence if I cannot find support there. This journal is not only rich in the love of nature and the love of solitude. It is an honorable confession of the writer's faults, fears, sadness, and disappointments. . . . On the surface,In this, her bestselling journal, May Sarton writes with keenobservation and emotional courage of both inner and outer worlds: agarden, the seasons, daily life in New Hampshire, books, people,ideasand throughout everything, her spiritual and artistic journey.