As I lift some inner baggage and make room for more amazing miracles to manifest in my life, I’ve been gobbling up nuggets of wisdom from a variety of old- and modern-day thought leaders. Basically, that means that I’m devouring a lot of books at present.
Intentional nourishment, yes?
Typically, I have a couple of books simultaneously on the go – alongside diving headlong into a good-old-fashioned storybook, I quench my thirst for scads of scientific and spiritual knowledge (yes, they co-exist in my world) on the non-fiction front. In the last few months, I’ve devoured this batch of whoa! readings:
Brene Brown’s The Gifts of Imperfection
Gabrielle Bernstein’s The Universe Has Your Back
Dr. Wayne Dyer’s Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life
Florence Scovel Shinn’s The Complete Game of Life and How to Play It
Presently, I’m reading Marianne Williamson’s The Law of Divine Compensation
And let me share this message that leapt off the page and into my heart the other day:
As I absorb messages, mine for nuggets that will serve me well, and try on new perspectives for size, I am reminded of the beauty and the power of the written word. I’ve been reading for as long as I can remember – a bookish ‘type’ as a young girl, a lover of the dictionary (yup, I read the dictionary), an all-round delighter in words. As I wrap up one book, I race to crack the spine on a new one.
Okay. Enough writing. Time for some reading and a respite from The Learning. Time to cuddle up with my latest summer pleasure read, Frances Mayes’ Women in Sunlight.
Whom shall I meet? Where shall I go? Beyond this lovely land I know?