I haven't posted to this blog in quite some time. In fact not since life took its dramatic turn over Christmas break when my father fell ill. What a whirlwind experience that was, from bringing him to the hospital thinking he had a small stroke to finding out that his symptoms were a result of the cancer that would swiftly take him by February 1st. What kept me going besides faith and the love and support of family and friends were the words. The words I produced in countless journal entries and the many books I read over the last ten months.
Journal entry from 2/13/12
Today I began reading Nina Sankovitch's memoir Tolstoy and the Purple Chair about her year of reading as a way to deal with the grief of her sister's death from cancer. I had picked the book up off the library shelf before only to put it back down. I wasn't ready for it yet.
"I took on a year of reading books for a reason. Because words are witness to life: they record what has happened and they make it all real. Words create the stories that become history and become unforgettable." ( p. 108)
I certainly haven't had the luxury of taking a year off and spending it snuggled up in my favorite comfy chair with the goal of reading a book a day and reviewing them, but I have read. I have read lots of stories some have been for pure escape and others to help me find my way. That's where I am now on the journey of making sense of where life is taking me now. Things change in the blink of an eye. Sometimes we must cling to those things that bring normalcy to our lives like a cup of coffee, a comfortable spot to sit, and a book in ones lap.
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