A Mystery To Me …

I often wonder what it is about a book’s blurb that pulls me in. What is it that elicits that first, tentative look? The cover and title grab me first, but what must those words on the back, conjure in my mind? A sense of adventure, maybe? The words definitely have to engage my imagination, or I wouldn’t bother reading on.

One of my favourite pastimes is to browse the books in charity shops. At the beginning of 2012 I found this book: The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying and it changed my outlook on life completely. I’m still, to this day, trying to understand what made me pick it up in the first place. I’m not a religious person but I don’t think this book is about religion. It’s a book about life. A text book, if you like, written so eloquently that it made me listen and what I heard is now helping me to reinvent myself. I’m not quite the person I want to be, yet. I don’t even know who that person is. But isn’t that what life is about … finding ourselves?

2012 was a good year for me. I found my niche writing wise. I do like to experiment with it and I’m more confident about doing that now, and sharing what I’ve produced is part of the new me. I’ve made some terrible mistakes, some of the worse ones in the last couple of years. I know I’ve hurt some of my friends and I’m sad about that.

2013 is  going to be about forgiveness and as long as I’m preparing myself for death nothing will phase me.

PeacePeace brothers and sisters 😀





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