SO MANY good reads this week, friends. SO many. These have been my saving grace the last few days, for it has been a week of realizations, a week of coming to terms. So many things are changing, or on the verge of change. I can feel it even in the wind, which hints at a cooler season. My instinct is to be afraid of it, to dread the ways that I might not do it right or handle it well. But I’m restless for change, and I know that I need something else. So come what may, I choose today to live in possibility.
For your restless spirit, a few reads to free you :
“Maybe this is love too – a love of your own self and body as it reacts to something. It’s like the separating membranes of our bodies are in sensory conflict with the waves within. You can’t call this a sensation of pleasure or pain; it’s a sensation of being.” Her oscillating interiors.
“I pull away from the curb and instruct myself not to go down those roads.” Another first date.
“And so they ate it. And we’ve been taking bites out of things we don’t deserve ever since.” On Entitlement.
And a few thoughts on grief that really helped me this week :
“I did not get over the loss of my loved ones; rather, I absorbed the loss into my life, like soil receives decaying matter, until it became a part of who I am.” – It All Comes Down to Choice.
[Photo : where I'm spending my weekend.]