I want to extend a prayer for the people of Japan and Hawaii. And a Moment of silence.
Last night while in a desperate longing for inspiration I reached for an old book I keep in my comfort drawer, and it occurred to me that maybe the author may have written something new.
That is when I realized that not one but two of my favorite authors have been through Tsunamis of their own. Natural disasters of their natural lives. Divorce earthquakes. Broke tsunamis. Things that, after last reading from their happy moments where they left me off, made me shiver.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer wrote in a book I cannot pint-point, (may have been The Call
, or What We Ache For
) about when she met in middle age the man she was meant to be with, how he kissed her on their first date so that he would not repeat the mistake he had done in high-school, when he had taken her for an expedition into the woods, telescope in hand to "see the stars", while she was hoping for a little more than that, only it did not happen.
A while back I saw through her blog and Facebook that she is going through a divorce after finding out in February of last year that "things were not the way she thought they were".
Back to last night, the woman who wrote the book in my comfort drawer did write a new book, this time telling of her own natural disaster.
I admired her from the get-go: Something More
, and In the last book I read from her, Moving On
, she had left me with a sweet flavour as she was just moving to England with her new husband and true love, having bought a church of sorts where Sir Isaac Newton had lived(?) or used as a studio(?) and re-decorating it to turn it into her "writing sanctuary".
She was enjoying the wealth that had come her way after Oprah invited her to her show and she had gone from carpooling to having six assistants in both sides of the Atlantic. She had flown the Concord. She was painting some old Victorian Chiffonier yellow to bring light in, to make space for inspiration. Lucky her! I thought at the time.
But things are different in the latest book.
She talks now about her going broke, splitting Newton's place, moving back with her sister in California and learning or, rather, re-learning how to deal with money and how to re-build her life.
She always finds a way to put words together in a way that bring comfort.
She bleeds her personal story with brave accounts that are sure to make many cringe, perhaps even judge her harshly.
But in her telling the true I find new tools for dealing with life and although my life circumstances are very different from hers, I find that in the issue of money there is a lot of baggage. This resonated:
"One of the things we probably don't realize is how hypocritical we are about money. We crave it but we don't want to appear as if we do. We're much more comfortable if money just magically appears in our checking account."
I find comfort in her words, healing in her bleeding, and a new way to look at things. I think one of these days I will build a real comfort drawer too.
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| Metaphorical Comfort Drawer |
That is when I realized that not one but two of my favorite authors have been through Tsunamis of their own. Natural disasters of their natural lives. Divorce earthquakes. Broke tsunamis. Things that, after last reading from their happy moments where they left me off, made me shiver.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer wrote in a book I cannot pint-point, (may have been The Call
, or What We Ache For) about when she met in middle age the man she was meant to be with, how he kissed her on their first date so that he would not repeat the mistake he had done in high-school, when he had taken her for an expedition into the woods, telescope in hand to "see the stars", while she was hoping for a little more than that, only it did not happen.A while back I saw through her blog and Facebook that she is going through a divorce after finding out in February of last year that "things were not the way she thought they were".
Back to last night, the woman who wrote the book in my comfort drawer did write a new book, this time telling of her own natural disaster.
I admired her from the get-go: Something More
, and In the last book I read from her, Moving On, she had left me with a sweet flavour as she was just moving to England with her new husband and true love, having bought a church of sorts where Sir Isaac Newton had lived(?) or used as a studio(?) and re-decorating it to turn it into her "writing sanctuary".  |
| Newton's Apple Tree |
She talks now about her going broke, splitting Newton's place, moving back with her sister in California and learning or, rather, re-learning how to deal with money and how to re-build her life.
She always finds a way to put words together in a way that bring comfort.
She bleeds her personal story with brave accounts that are sure to make many cringe, perhaps even judge her harshly.
But in her telling the true I find new tools for dealing with life and although my life circumstances are very different from hers, I find that in the issue of money there is a lot of baggage. This resonated:
"One of the things we probably don't realize is how hypocritical we are about money. We crave it but we don't want to appear as if we do. We're much more comfortable if money just magically appears in our checking account."
I find comfort in her words, healing in her bleeding, and a new way to look at things. I think one of these days I will build a real comfort drawer too.
RECOMMENDED BOOKS:
It is amazing how these women are so open about their lives. From where they have been physically, spiritually, mentally and financially, we can learn.
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Hi W.M. yes, I have learned from them and hope to continue to. Sometimes I wonder about the sharing part, how far to go, how much to open. Glad you liked the post :-)
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