Eat, Pray, Love
I read this book at the end of 2008, shortly before moving to Korea, and I've frequently quoted it as the very best thing I could have done before leaving my country and embarking on the fourteen months I spent living abroad.
The first steps of what I could not know just then, would change me to my very foundation of my core. I remember, looking back how much it felt right, how much I wanted to know and little did.
I annotated it and entered it into a book circle before leaving even.
Tonight, I see myself in these words and stories and myths, again.
But not as the novice. As the girl who came out the other side, who experienced.
Temples and troubles and travel. Children and languages and friendships. Barriers and breakthroughs and break-ups. As so much more than can be captured in pictures or conveyed in words
At my dinner party earlier I finally had the chance to ask someone, who also loved the book, about the movie. That if I felt deeply, spiritually, broken and healed, and so heart-and-soul deeply moved by this book, would I still find that in the movie and not be left disappointed. Mind you, I can't be entirely undisappointed with my viewing. It can't convey everything those typed words said in images. Different forums and all.
But it did everything it was supposed to do.
It was brilliantly clear snapshots of a favorite tale.
So I sit here, teary-eyed, on my soft, plush blue bed, in the world cradled by grace in which ruin cannot really touch, where I know family and I fall deeper in love by the day, where spirituality and creativity are in each of my outstretched hands. I see her. I see me. The beauty of ruin, the physics of the quest, of God within me as me.
And I give myself to the universe, again and again, praying to do so without end.
The first steps of what I could not know just then, would change me to my very foundation of my core. I remember, looking back how much it felt right, how much I wanted to know and little did.
I annotated it and entered it into a book circle before leaving even.
Tonight, I see myself in these words and stories and myths, again.
But not as the novice. As the girl who came out the other side, who experienced.
Temples and troubles and travel. Children and languages and friendships. Barriers and breakthroughs and break-ups. As so much more than can be captured in pictures or conveyed in words
At my dinner party earlier I finally had the chance to ask someone, who also loved the book, about the movie. That if I felt deeply, spiritually, broken and healed, and so heart-and-soul deeply moved by this book, would I still find that in the movie and not be left disappointed. Mind you, I can't be entirely undisappointed with my viewing. It can't convey everything those typed words said in images. Different forums and all.
But it did everything it was supposed to do.
It was brilliantly clear snapshots of a favorite tale.
So I sit here, teary-eyed, on my soft, plush blue bed, in the world cradled by grace in which ruin cannot really touch, where I know family and I fall deeper in love by the day, where spirituality and creativity are in each of my outstretched hands. I see her. I see me. The beauty of ruin, the physics of the quest, of God within me as me.
And I give myself to the universe, again and again, praying to do so without end.