"I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part, turn to laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart; a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence."
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This is a collection of some of Gibran's earlier works from his mature period (according to the introduction: I wouldn't have known otherwise!).
A Book inscription records Nick's thoughtful gift to Roz, circa 1973 if it was given at the time of publication.
I'm gradually collecting Gibran's works in this early '70s Heinemann edition. I've eight of them so far, with about the same to find. #SlowCompletist
pickFascinating from the historical perspective! I‘m not religious so some of the medieval shenanigans around religious rules and expectations make my eyes roll a bit- but an interesting read.
A 15th century copy of Margery Kempe‘s manuscript fell out of a cupboard in an old country house when someone was looking for a ping pong ball. Because we all have 15thC manuscripts in the cupboard.
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Sectioned into three parts, we follow Julian of Norwich and Margery Kempe as they journey through life and eventually meet. This novella is nothing short of genius, depicting these two women as they try to know God without access to the Bible and how they deal with all the issues within the Catholic Church. Poetic, raw, beautiful. It will leave you asking questions but still feeling answered.
Thanks Heather @Pageturner1 for the tag. The obvious one is reading, but also leading circle time, being wrong, listening, spotlighting others, teaching, apologies, phonics, mothering and logic/brain teaser puzzles. @Eggs
If you haven‘t played consider yourself tagged.
Recent acquisitions:
📖 The Mediaeval Mystics of England edited by Eric Colledge
📖 Building the “Goodly Fellowship of Faith“: A History of the Episcopal Church in Utah, 1867-1996 by Frederick Quinn [signed by the author]
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JULIAN
After the death of my husband and child, my mother and I wept together. I thought of Simon and Elizabeth, and she thought of my father and William and Bethy. I understood then that they had never left her thoughts and never would. Grief marks a person, changing them for ever, like a tree struck by light- ning. The tree may keep growing, but never in the same way.
That's it? It's a drug odyssey? I thought it would be about the forgotten wisdom of the resilient native Americans. It's just a manual for spacing out on peyote and jimsonweed. Big deal. I thought Casteneda was supposed to be some kind of sage. From an anthropological perspective, it's a masterpiece. But I didn't learn much.
My mini St. Hildegard collection. This will be accompanying me during the latest step in my cancer journey.
