Over at Telling HerStories, we’re hosting a book challenge that starts on January 1. The challenge is to read four women’s memoirs in 4 months. I’m having a hard time settling on my list, primarily because I really want to find a good woman’s memoir on spirituality. I’ve found plenty of titles about journeys in Christianity, but I want something more focused on a perspective of the feminine divine or even on earth religions. So, assuming I don’t find such a title, here is my list of four books for the HerStories Memoir Challenge.
Mosaic: Pieces of My Life So Far by Amy Grant
Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
A Year by the Sea: Thoughts of an Unfinished Woman by Joan Anderson
I was on a conference call and totally in the zone, so I didn’t notice that it had been snowing outside for while. Good thing I didn’t notice while I was on the phone, because I tend to babble and cuss when I get that excited!
It’s snowing. In Houston. I LOVE IT!!!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, time to take the dog for a romping wander through the snow.
Scotland has been on my mind lately. I visited over a year ago, and it’s funny how often my mind calls up a memory or impression from my trip there…
My friend Megan suggested a meditation exercise to help me sleep. Because I tend to draw strong connections to place, she suggested I focus on a favorite place and savor all the senses as a way to clear my mind. Quite often I focus on the luscious few minutes I spent at the northern tip of Scotland near John O’Groats. As I was doing this exercise last night, I remembered that I wrote about it last fall after a guided meditation at an SCN Writing From Life workshop. I needed to revisit the journal entry and decided to share it with you.
The grass beneath my feet is a profusion of long, slender stalks, a soft mat of padding atop these jagged, rocky cliffs. The crashing waves pound the cliffs and the wind roars, the sound of it rushing through me off the frigid North Sea.
Here, at the land’s end, earth meets water meets sky in their eternal dance. Awed by the vastness, I seek a physical anchor to the land. I wiggle my toes in the grass to feel the earth. I wiggle my outstretched fingers to feel the wind. I inhale the scent of sea and soil and grass.
There is nothing but me and nature in this lonely spot. But shrouded in the mysterious damp moist of the Scottish autumn afternoon, cradled by the soft earth, caressed by the wind, and serenaded by the waves, I am on sacred ground. I am surrounded by it, I am part of it. I am Nature, Nature is sacred, sacred am I.
Over at Telling HerStories, we’re hosting a book challenge that starts on January 1. The challenge is to read four women’s memoirs in 4 months. I’m having a hard time settling on my list, primarily because I really want to find a good woman’s memoir on spirituality. I’ve found plenty of titles about journeys in Christianity, but I want something more focused on a perspective of the feminine divine or even on earth religions. So, assuming I don’t find such a title, here is my list of four books for the HerStories Memoir Challenge.
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