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I came to Canada just in time to start grade school. I was fascinated by the pictures and words in our first readers. In my mind I can still see the colorful images of the children, their family and pets. The teachers would march us to Bennetto Public School to use their library; the old floor boards creaked announcing our arrival and the familiar smell of the books on their shelves welcomed us.
I find it amusing and often laugh at my reading choices because they are so telling of the times of my life. They tell my story.
Nature books about flowers and birds inspired the artist in me. We were an immigrant family trying to acclimatize to our new environment and I would compare our life to the families I read about in the novels. Books were a magical fix for all that ailed me and ignited my imagination. Romance and mystery intrigued my teenage years. In the mid sixties Twiggy came into vogue and losing weight on the latest diet fads consumed me. In 1971 I married and became engrossed in the culinary arts.
With the birth of my first child in 1973 my mothering instincts butted head to head with Dr. Spock and others. When Oprah began her public spiritual journey I dedicated my efforts to self-improvement, followed by deep thought provoking enlightenment. Impending menopause introduced me to the joys of women’s body wisdom, natural healing and nutrition. Needless to say, books have played a vital role in my development as a person.
At this point in my life I know that I am an audacious, confident woman loving the person I am today. I am content with no desire to improve a single thing! There is a wellspring of joy inside me that helps me cope with the rigors of daily life. I now refuse to spend any more of my time on self-improvement or heavy thought provoking volumes. In my heart I know that I have come full circle, back to my childhood years and read for the love and sheer enjoyment of it. It took years for me to learn that there is no perfection, and that life always throws its curve balls. True joy and peace, even in the face of crises, comes from within… and that brings me to my next reading adventure…
The Book of JOY… by His Holiness the Dalai Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu. Can’t Wait!