Poetry always eases me back into the written work, and I sometimes read and re-read the same poem for 15 minutes deciding how it will land and live in me.
This is the reality.
Caregiving is hard. Going back to school again in mid-life is hard. America is hard to live in right now.
This combination makes me yearn for re-reads. Familiar stories. Books that I can pick up, or turn on audio and know that meeting these characters again soothes my heart.
I don't use Goodreads... or Storygraph.... I do feel quite isolated in my reading life and may return to BookTube to rectify that, but for now I let myself swim between the pages of books I adore and new stories that don't feel like a waste of my limited reading time.
I do have a feeling I'll emerge from this intensely focused time in my life with a renewed sense on all things, but for now, my head is down... I'm chipping away at small and large goals, and finding comfort in the chapters that have carried me before.
Books/Collections/Stories I return to over and over:
- Giovanni's Room
- Anna Karenina
- Anything by Mary Oliver
- Everything by Audre Lore
- Pride and Prejudice
- Jane Eyre
- Anything Doestoevsky
- Toni Morrison's Sula
- BBC Radio Adaptations of my favorite classics
Now, let me go and make another light roast pour over, and get started on my school work.
If Spring is finding you floundering... ignore all of the pressure to perform and live through great works of literature.
I'll meet you there.
Happy reading ☕️
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