Second of four.
The intention of these posts is not for those who have woken freshly in the newness of loss. Too soon. Too much. Too raw. The day holds enough of its own. These book posts are for those a bit along the road.
Book 2: Finding Meaning by David Kessler
A short insta clip of this author came into my feed so the second book I read was hunted (QBD Books) and listened to on Spotify while I waited for it to arrive.
I intended just to listen to see if it was any good, but I think I turned it on at the mandatory stop to The Crooked Carrot on the way to Busselton a few months ago… his voice then accompanied me to the beach and into a very late night followed by it’s conclusion the next morning when the 10 hours ‘free’ audiobook listening gave out about two minutes from the end. (Spotify premium- see link in comments).
I’ve recognised that I’ve held certain words in a quarantine- unable to access their free usage until I’ve wrangled with their meanings and whether or not their use belongs to me. This book helped me recognise and receive.
It’s many many stories held me captivated whilst finding elements of many that settled peacefully into places created by my questions. I think I’ll look back on this book as being the most significant of this period.
If your loss is complicated and you find that meaningful comforts don’t quite fit… this book has the potential to help lay some bits of tangle to rest.
For the Lions share, tho secular, I found this book dovetail beautifully into what I believe.
