I love to see a good reader with her face buried in a book!
I love to see a good reader with her face buried in a book!
Photos of Elizabeth Gilbert
Elizabeth, here I am at Popham Beach (Phippsburg, Maine) this morning, engrossed in "The Signature of all Things." I love this book sooo much! I'm flying to CO tomorrow to do a concert at a summer camp and I won't go there without this book packed in my backpack. Thank you!
A lovely picture of THE SIGNATURE OF ALL THINGS in Vancouver — one of y favorite…
A lovely picture of THE SIGNATURE OF ALL THINGS in Vancouver — one of y favorite places…and, by the way, I approve of laying books down on their faces like this. I secretly think they like it.
Photos of Elizabeth Gilbert
2 sun-drenched days with Alma on a boat off Vancouver Island…. Devoured the book from start to finish in that time. Here is a photo of my reading spot…. (Btw, I loved Alma's travels, and related most especially, as just last month, I, too, explored the streets and canals of Amsterdam, up and down the Herengracht, and stayed in a hotel built in the 1600s on the Singel canal- thus I was able to imagine Alma there very vividly)
Thanks Liz, for this wonderful book. ??
True love: “WRONG FOR ME IN JUST THE RIGHT WAY…” A reader of this page sent m…
True love: "WRONG FOR ME IN JUST THE RIGHT WAY…"
A reader of this page sent me a link to this passage about love, written by the poet Galway Kinnell, and I wanted to share it with you all.
(In case you have trouble reading the post, you can find the full text here, as well: https://bit.ly/1yjolPu)
Oh, how I wish I'd known about this quote when I wrote COMMITTED, my memoir about marriage. This is one of the most wise and generous statements I've ever seen about what real, flawed, intimacy between mature human beings looks like.
I adore the line about needing to find someone who is wrong for you in just the right way. But what really made my eyes spark with tears was the bit about looking at somebody and thinking, "This is the problem I want to have."
Because intimacy will bring you problems. Guaranteed. People are not just sacred bits of old stardust wandering around earth, we are also brilliant creators of trouble — each and every one of us. But to love someone (anyone: a partner, a friend, a child, a parent, a pet) is to look at them with infinite tenderness, in all their outrageous difficulty and supreme pain-in-the-assdom, and to think, forever, "This is the problem I want to have."
Someone who is all wrong for you in just the right way; a problem who is absolutely worth your trouble — this is love.
Have a beautiful Sunday, everyone.
Heart,
LG
