Sunday, September 18, 2011
A personal essay on Sue Monk Kidd
Today I went to Amazon to check out another book, a memoir suggested to me by a She Writes writer and Publisher. I want to return to my memoir reading before I finish rewriting and tightening my own memoir. I found the book and plopped it in my shopping cart, but couldn't leave before surfing around a bit to see what other treasures I might run into.
And up came Sue Monk Kidd's page. Glancing across her titles, I was drawn to When the Heart Waits: Spiritual Direction for Life's Sacred Questions. I looked inside and read most of the first chapter, loving every minute of her beautiful prose...so straight forward and well written...so captivating....and oh so depressing.
I want so much to buy the book but don't know if I can tolerate the in-depth feelings of someone on a spiritual journey. I'm thinking out of the depths of hell into the light. And it's the hell part that bothers me. It actually gives me anxiety to think about reading it. But my intuition tells me, there will finally be an uplifting message on the other side of all of that angst.
I am not a religious person, but I am always looking for the truth...everywhere...within myself and in the hearts of others. I always leave room for learning and discovering something I was missing. What would you do?
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