Like a Bible read in the early morning or late in the evening, I’ve returned to old books and words that give me comfort. These books, in their beauty and stories, have been cornerstones to my soul and heart. While they aren’t religious books, what I’ve read in a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks, an essay by Toni Morrison, and even in the recipes by Edna Lewis exist in their own way with their own power.
And much like The Bible, I’ve been flipping through, folding sticky-notes, and underlining sentences and recipes that shine through. While I haven’t been able to make a full meal from Ms. Lewis’ spectacular book, or even truly ruminate on Toni’s words, I’ve found that maybe connecting culturally in such a way is powerful.
Instead of being alone with my feelings and words at night, there are people who’s experiences were much different than mine. I would love to hear, is there anything on your bookshelf that’s offering you some comfort these days?