While I don’t consider myself a spiritual person, I found this book compelling on many levels.
- It’s courageous: sharing this kind of personal and intimate journey takes hutzpah, gumption, and a generous spirit. Why choose personal inquiry when we have so many other distractions? Because maybe what I share will help or affirm someone else? We could use more of this intent in our current world.
- It’s elegant: The prose is rich and sonorous. The structure is appealing and inviting. Even the formatting and style make it impressive and artful. (Caveat: I’m a big reader. I appreciate good writing!)
- It’s accessible: I’ve always thought I should be more spiritual. I’ve often wondered why I’ve never embarked on some kind of personal spiritual journey. In my younger years I read Pema Chödrön, Thich Nhat Hanh, and other authors sharing profound thoughts, yet I never felt “evolved” enough to follow the paths they subscribed. This book is DIFFERENT - and appeals to those of us not currently on a spiritual path.
- It’s invitational: I’ve been reluctant to embark on the seeker’s path in any kind of meaningful way. (I had no kind of religious training). This book, however, invited me to explore and access the “angels” in my life. It offered me a way to seek the grace that has been offered to me. Since reading the book, I’ve had many dreams about my deceased mother. She just shows up, and I’m so happy to see her, despite our tumultuous history.
After reading this intimate and captivating memoir, I now realize I’ve been limiting my field of vision. I feel ready to open my eyes and heart.