Clinging to a book and crawling up under covers
Last week I was too busy just surviving to do much of anything else. It was one of those times that hits me out of the blue, when I need to have a little more grace with myself, to be slow, be easy, or be uneasy, be tired, be sick. I've come to see that for every up there is often a down waiting. And I'd just gone through several ups - the long awaited Parisian tour, not to mention the 20 week sonogram. And bam! I was hit with some down days.
I wonder sometimes if these down days are about transitions, giving myself enough space for transitions - between seasons, between states of being, between good health and illness, between one physical or emotional space and another. I don't plan for the transitions. I don't plan for downtime. And when it shows up and demands its due I'm often put out. I wonder why do I always think I need to be in a constant state of progress?
But one of the little things I've been enjoying in this time is a deliciously good book called The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. In times of transition, a good book is my life line, giving me something to enjoy in a quiet way, an excuse to snuggle up underneath the covers.
And this book is so good. So good. I find myself wanting to say it's the best book I've read in several years - or the one I've most enjoyed perhaps. She creates such an enticing real world with her words that I find myself longing to go to the Night Circus or a midnight dinner and I'm just dying to see a movie adaptation of this book!
If you enjoy the fantastical, odd and mysterious and an epic, yet restrained, destined sort of romance, you just might love it too!