A Widow Mentor’s Library
I’d like to discuss some things that we moor or anchor ourselves to positively and negatively, I wanted to share a little bit of what has been so powerful for me along this journey.
Books in my library.
I was not an avid reader as a young child, I preferred being outdoors and you could say I was a tomboy. I’ve always had a vivid imagination and when I finally fell in love with books, I discovered a new world and even better, a new perspective.
Fast forward into widowhood and late at night, vacations, sitting in airports and stolen moments, I’d find my head turned down absorbing words on a million pages soaking up knowledge that was food for my soul. I was hungry and thirsty.
Then there came a phase where I didn’t read anything at all, instead I worked hard to implement and experience what I had read (which is much harder it turns out). I would say this was a moment of untying my mooring, lifting up the anchor and allowing me to set sail into the next harbor. A new adventure.
The ocean of life has a way of ebbing and flowing quite naturally. When we get quiet with ourselves and listen to the sounds of the spirit, we know when it’s time to let go and find our next adventure.
The books I list here have taken me from harbor to harbor and I feel like I’ve traveled far and wide, up mountains and down valleys, have broken me and broken me open. As I embark on writing my own book now, I have a deep admiration for all these authors who cared enough to leave their trace in the world. I’m grateful we found each other.
In no particular order, these are just a sampling of some of my favorite books for various reasons.
and land but not least,
This is my short list, I have at least 3 more stacks like this… I guess this list says a lot about me, I wonder what yours says about you? Do tell.