No pictures again, sorry guys! Has anyone else noticed that I end up doing the exact opposite of what I say I am going to do with this blog? Oh well. Makes it more interesting for you the reader.

This weekend Rick and I went to DC to visit with the folks and to celebrate Easter. While we were there, I went to a book store and bought three new books-I cannot remember the last time I bought new books. Call me spoiled, but I had gotten used to Meghan just handing me a book to read. Now that that is not so easy anymore, I have been trying to collect my own books. On this trip I bought The Road by Cormac McCarthy, Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, and Traveling Mercies by Anne Lamott. In my current state of mind, I really am interested in reading non-fiction, especially if it concerns the author's journey through something difficult and vague-meaning there is no instruction manual for what you are going through.

The Anne Lamott book was a recommendation from Meghan (who actually told me to read the book sometime last year...well I am a little slow). I cannot put it down! Its so amazing and just right for me. Its like when I started going to the "Miracle Mass" in Finley where every Sunday I left feeling as though I had just had a conversation with God about my life. My roommates and I often joked afterwards that Father O'Malley was listening at our door during the week, getting his ideas for his sermon from our lives. While Anne Lamott's life is not a mirror image of mine, I do feel a very strong connection to her journey towards accepting faith and all that comes with it. She writes with such honesty about how hard it is to feel faith, to give up her power to someone/something else, to be led. When I am reading her book, I feel such relief and whats more, I feel a burden being lifted from me-this is how it felt to go to those "Miracle Masses".

I feel like I am speeding through this book and soon it will be over. This makes me really sad. I both love and hate that feeling, when you are reading something really wonderful and because of that you just cannot put the book down. I have this image of me forty years in the future, carrying this ragged and worn book around with me where ever I go...it would be like my version of the Bible, underlined, highlighted and ready whenever I need to refer back to it in a crisis:)

Good recommendation Meghan!