I found myself yesterday in a local used book store staring at some shelves and unwillingly to leave. The feeling of missing something was intense and I am glad that I followed my senses. Yes, my senses; is there a difference between following one’s senses and intuition? I will leave that thought alone before I go off into another tangent.
I found myself reading this book this morning and halfway through I chuckled to myself; again; a book that I have read and had forgotten about. But this time it was not a book that was deliberately placed in my hands by someone else to invoke a memory. I chose it and I loved the feeling of choosing it; again. This is a book that I read and no one knew that I read it. It was a delightful moment. A moment of enjoying the freedom of remembering on my own time line; not on others.
The beauty of remembering or relearning something is a pleasure that I have been grown accustomed to lately. My memory is what it is and I needed to relearn, it is what is. Stop trying to fix it. This book is a book that just maybe, if I could, wrap it up and send it to every single person I have ever known, I maybe would. If I maybe could I would give one to everyone I am going to meet. Do not get me wrong, I am aware that for some this book would be a coaster to put drinks on, but maybe for just a few; it might open their eyes as it once again did mine. The great thing about this book is that it attempts to teach us and become aware of the fact that either way would be okay. Whether it becomes a coaster to hold a drink or a book that helps someone open their eyes. It is okay. It is about just being and allowing others to be. Of course the process does not happen over night. It is a tool to have, one might fine useful, one might not. We are all different.
For a while I have had the need for solitude and have been struggling back and forth with the need of solitude and the worry of how it affects others. This book is about just being and accepting a thought. Not judging the thought. Avoid trying to make an idea good or bad, just letting the idea or thought exist and just be. There is definitely more to this book than just this thought but it is what stood out right away. Allowing myself to just be is such a beautiful gift, it is a gift that no one can give to me. Whether they allow me to just be or not does not matter. Because I allow myself to just be. I need solitude. I allow myself to have that need with no positive or negative thoughts added to it. It just is.
On page 1, a few sentences that I found very powerful, “We are taught how to take care of our bodies…. rarely, if ever, are taught what to do with our thoughts.”
I am definitely going to keep this book in my library for a while. Would I recommend this book for a book club? I am not sure. So, that means no. Accept the no without anything positive or negative behind it. It is just a no. It is just that I love the book, I just would not want to sit around and discuss such private and deep thoughts at this time in my life with people. Yet, I sit here and type. Well, maybe it is because you cannot talk back to me at this moment.