I’ve been thinking lots this week about interconnectedness (much more so even than usual) and how important books have always been for me in helping me navigate my relationship with my self, other beings and my place in this beautiful, sometimes confusing, ofttimes heartbreaking world.
This week, a few things kept me company; books that reminded me of the grace that exists here on earth, alongside and through which we are are granted innumerable, ever renewing revelations on being.
Grace that reminds us what it might mean to simply be. Grace that whispers of things we like to refer to as coincidence, fate, magic.
The first thing that arrived this week which brought grace and interconnectedness firmly into my thoughts was this exquisite essay SUMMER SOLSTICE by Nina McLaughlin.
It is exquisite beyond words; such a glorious telling of summer in all her dancing, joyful fullness. I knew I would love this slim, sensual book but I hadn’t really allowed for how much it would touch me. I am so drawn to slimline books and also to books that focus solely on one thing (although books are never really about just one thing though, even when they are)…But this is one very special book indeed, and I am still trying to explain that in words. It is funny as well as tender; wise as well as magical— it reminded me that it’s ok to hold multitudes inside— it’s how things should be, maybe even.
I’ve found myself, since I got back last week, feeling overwhelmed
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