india here i come
liz gilbert's journey is not one i want to re-create because it starts from just a place of pain & woundedness yet the fact that she travels so freely & for such personal introspection is painfully appealing.four months in italy, four in india, four in indonesia (bali).
i can dream can't i.
i think the part that appeals most to me....after i get over my insatiable desire to eat & drink my own way through italy.... is the quiet & personal reflection she has the chance to explore in india. she spends time at a ashram learning how to meditate. this is something i have so little practice at that my soul craves for the quiet solitude of that aspect of devotion. my own faith is hungry for it. to work on my prayer life, to know jesus more intimately, to get past my own selfishness and really learn how to pray for others & the world. that would be cool!
and now i can start harry potter!!
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there is a simple and quiet time of taize prayer and worship on thursday nights up at fordham (i know, feel's like siberia from here) but i have always been so blessed when i've gone. maybe i should go back again. heck, the subway ride up there and back sans kids could alone be a great opportunity for this!
anyway, thanks for the book rec. and the food for thought.