Thursday, May 8, 2014

On My Nightstand {Words on my tongue}

I won't read words that waste my time.

The days of "I will finish it if I start it" are in my rear view mirror, and I instead leave books that leave me cold on the floor beside my bed.  When they call to me again {and sometimes they do}, I will know it.  But if the layer of dust grows too thick, I will abandon it to my basement shelf with the never-read, and probably-never-will.

My palate grows more finicky, and less patient, with age.  It wants big, chewy words, and decadently long sentences that almost need to be spoken aloud to be understood.  Or it wants direct communication between taste buds and soul, and if my soul isn't moved, my mouth dries up with the words still on my tongue.  Or it wants to be wooed into pages again and again, until the last one is turned and utters a sigh all its own...or maybe the sigh is mine.

I need books that plant living ideas so deeply within me that I highlight more lines than not, and jot stars, exclamation points, and the occasional "Yes!" in the margins.

So what is on my nightstand?

Love Does {Bob Goff}
Beautifully written in a whimsical way, this is a book of stories that are unrelated except in their
expressions of big, profound, day-to-day love.  I think this is one I'll give my teen when I'm finished. 

Everything Belongs {Richard Rohr}
A reflection on the way beauty and suffering, periphery and center must connect in our lives.  I love Rohr's writing, and his ability to separate himself as he comments on faith and culture.

A Million Little Ways {Emily Freeman}
Creativity springing from our identity as children of a creative God.  This is speaking deeply to me. 

The Soul of Sex {Thomas Moore}
The jury is still out on this one.  I'm finding it redundant so far, though the writing is beautiful.  This book is a study on appreciating sensuality as a gift in all aspects of life, not just the physical.

The Grey Muse {Heather A. Mattern}
Savoring these short and heart-opening poems, spoken from an older self to a younger one.  
Beautiful and raw.  These are words that invite me to journal my own love notes.

The Pull of the Moon {Elizabeth Berg}
I actually finished this book one day this week over the course of 6 hours out and about with the kids.  I could not put it down and have read through many parts of it again since.  I could barely breathe during the reading of it, feeling such a deep and sweet regret along with the author as she processed through her life transition through diary entries and letters.  Stunning.