Isn’t it lovely to get a parcel in the post?
Here is the book I ordered from Amazon in Spain
It took a while to arrive so when I opened it I couldn’t remember what made me want it in the first place.
For a few moments I thought – oh no, another self help book to sit on the shelf and gather dust!
But then I started to read and it is a little gem.
One of those books where you think – OH YES! every few sentences.
Or I do anyway!
I grew up feeling always a bit unhappy inside. I felt different and out of step with other people, especially those in my own family. I looked different, I thought different things and I seemed to feel things too much. I tried asking other people if they felt like this and for years, it seemed that they always answered ‘No, not really, not like that’
Of course there were some who knew what I meant. I was always lucky enough to find some kindred spirits. But I still struggled to find a peaceful happy place inside me. I couldn’t find the magic formula that others seemed to take for granted.
When I discovered the internet it opened up a huge new world of people who could perhaps explain to me why I felt like an extra terrestrial. I sometimes have googled questions like ‘why am I unhappy?’ or ‘how can I deal with this pain?’ or ‘what should I do?’
Cries from the heart.
Really – of course I always knew that no-one out there would have an answer especially for me but sometimes when you are desperate you just have to reach out and ask.
And the most incredible thing about the internet is that you discover there are hundreds, thousands, millions of other people asking the same questions.
So you don’t feel alone.
In this little red book, the author did something like that – she used Twitter and Facebook and a web site and connected with other people feeling depressed and lonely and lacking self confidence and she started researching big questions about the Meaning of Life and why we suffer and how to find happiness.
And this book is the story of what happened.
It is uplifting and very wise.
Great stuff. If you read this and know what I am talking about then I think you could enjoy this book.
If you are in the ‘No, not really, I don’t know what you mean’ group then just ignore me and my next post will be about something different…..probably:)
Here’s a quote that I liked today
‘It’s only in finding the courage to admit our pain that we can lean on each other….why should we shroud ourselves in shame simply for being human?’ Lori Deschene Tiny Buddha
I forgot to say – perhaps this is why I find it ok to be an alien in a strange land. It is familiar to me to feel different and the best thing about being a blonde/ex red head middle-aged Scottish woman in the moody Mediterranean landscape is that now I don’t take it so personally. People look at me because I am a foreigner – not because I am a Kate!
It’s much easier to be an outsider in another country than in your own family
Kxx
How true, Kate. I remember feeling this at around 13 and stumbling upon Colin Wilson’s book “The Outsider” – here’s a link to read about it http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Outsider_%28Colin_Wilson%29 – when I was about 18 and it kind of saved my life. It taught me about the pitfalls of trying to please people and ending up pleasing no-one, least of all ourselves.
Having met kindred spirits along the way since then – the last 50-plus years (unbelievable!) I’m o.k. in my skin now…mainly!
You know what they say “when the student is ready, the master appears” so perhaps that little book is just the thing for you right now.
Here’s to kindred spirits and new ways of looking at things. So glad you found this book for yourself.
Hi Pamela – yes me too with Colin Wilson. There was a wonderful art exhibition too in London years ago called Outsiders. In the Hayward I think.
Hi Kate – Kindred spirits are what make life get through-able! And I hope that in my time I have been one too!
Kate x
Missed this post earlier on and just wanted to say that the fabric is my kitchen blinds….
Hi Liz don’t know if you get these comment replies but just to say, the tablecloth came from Rose’s textiles in Penzance! I saw it on someone elses table and had to go there on a visit to get some for our Catalan dining room. I love it!
K x