I’m so cranky right now I can’t even stand myself. Life went from this:
toes in the sand
the audacity of falling leaves.
I know, I know. This happens every year where I live. Yeah, I know it’s natural and good. Each season has its gifts.
Sweater weather. Low humidity. Candy corn. (gift! gift! gift!)
Every year, though, I get older and watch my teen grow up and slightly more away. My dear mom needs more help. My knees ache and my shoulder is weird.
People I know die.
ME NO LIKEY.
Thank goodness I’ve been learning for a while what life’s true gifts are. Lots of books walk me through acceptance of life’s passages (AKA “going with the flow”) and appreciation of its gifts. One of them is The Tao Of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff.
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There’s so much snarky talk about self-help books. I hesitate to write this post because it involves “inner child work,” which has a bad rap. Such a cliché. Truth is, the attention I paid to my own “inner child” (or whatever you want to call it) paid off in a big way: no more burying what I was really thinking and feeling. The delicious power as I began to value my own opinions as least as much as I did others’. The lifting of the heaviness that had dragged me down into a lonely, lightless pit.
I was depressed and didn’t know why, and my therapist suggested a book, “Homecoming: Reclaiming And Championing Your Inner Child” by John Bradshaw. The work I did within its pages hurt like hell, but guided me like a roadmap to the land of miracles and freedom.
All this from one book?
No. But along with therapy, plus my dogged commitment to get to the bottom of things, this book turned on the headlights and started me on my way to what has become another self-help cliché: Finding Myself.
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“LIFE IS DIFFICULT.”
I sat at the top of the beach–my happy place–in tears. I was miserable and didn’t know quite why. A couple had given me a copy of The Road Less Traveled as a gift for singing at their wedding, and I’d packed it with my beach stuff. It came at the right time in my life, because I was in pain, and in those first few words, Dr. Peck made it ok for me to feel bad.
Because Life Is Difficult.
At least some of the time.
When I opened to the first page of The Road Less Traveled, I’d been working with a counselor on what turned out to be my depression for several months. He’d recommended a book at the start of my healing journey (more on that in another post), and went on to recommend many more, all of which turned out to be just what I needed. A lot of other books presented themselves to me along the way, the right book at the right time. In this blog, I’ll tell my stories of healing and hope through the words of the books that helped me so much. Maybe you will find healing and hope through my stories. Thanks for reading!
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