A beautiful moment from tonight’s event in Milwaukee…

A beautiful moment from tonight’s event in Milwaukee…

A beautiful moment from tonight's event in Milwaukee…


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I knew I had to come when my sister sent me the Boswell link, but I had no idea how much it would mean to me. I read Eat, Pray, Love on my first deployment and it made me think and dream. I read it again during my second deployment and it helped create a strong desire to repair. I started a running program and listened to an audio version. Listening to your voice tonight reminded me of the emotional, mental, and physical healing process that you were there for. It moved me so much I was in tears as I brought my book for you to sign. I knew I had to stay for a picture. They were tears of joy as I think back to where I was and where I am now and how much I love my life today. Thank you!

via Elizabeth Gilbert’s Facebook Wall

WHAT’S YOUR PEACEFUL PLACE? Dear Ones – Last weekend I went home to Connecticu…

WHAT’S YOUR PEACEFUL PLACE? Dear Ones – Last weekend I went home to Connecticu…

WHAT'S YOUR PEACEFUL PLACE?

Dear Ones –

Last weekend I went home to Connecticut to visit my parents, and we went for a long walk through the familiar woods of my childhood. We came to this bridge, where I hadn't been in more than twenty years — except that I visit it often in memory.

Whenever someone asks me what the happiest moment of my life was, I think about this bridge. It was June of 1984, and school had just let out for summer. I walked to this bridge with my friend Kerry — to this swimming hole where we kids often hung out. It was a wam, sunny day. We climbed to the top of the bridge and stretched out there, sunning ourselves like turtles.

I've always been a busy person, even as a kid, and I remember being overcome with this feeling that I had, for once, NOTHING TO DO. The summer stretched ahead of me like a sweet promise. I don't think I had ever been so relaxed in my life up until that point, and I have not often been so relaxed since!

Whenever I can't sleep, or am overcome with worry, or even when I'm just trying to meditate, I return in my imagination to that day, that bridge, the water beneath me, the sun on my face, the sense of peace and the absence of urgency.

It was lovely to go back and visit this place in person, and find it unchanged.

Happy.

So what's your peaceful place? Where do you go, either in actuality or in memory, when the world closes in?

Heart,
LG

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