Okay, yes, it’s been like 15 months since I posted on LiveJournal—but it’s not like I haven’t thought about posting during that whole time. It’s just that I was a little preoccupied, what with moving, and getting married, and losing one of my gigs, and trying not to have a nervous breakdown. You know how it is.
But among the many benefits of (temporary) underemployment is the increased flexibility of one’s schedule. And for me, that translate into “More blogging, at last!”
Earlier this week I met with a writer friend of mine, who also happens to be someone who has written for me at both the publications I have been editing lo, these four-or-so years (until, as I referenced above, the one publication folded).
Like many of my friends, she has been searching this year for a new direction to move in. And as I had told just about every one of my friends, I told her to check out Spiritual Blueprint: How to Live, Love, Work, Play, and Pray. I had read it for review, and its approach to life-remodeling captured me. Author James L Papandrea approaches different aspects of life as homes, and—well, here: I’ll just quote from my review.
“… Papandrea separates life into five facets, or homes. The home for your hands is about your work—your job. The home for your body is your actual home—the place where you live. The home for your mind includes your recreational activities, as well as your physical being (after all, your body literally is the home for your mind). The home for your heart is your relationships, and the home for your spirit is your relationship with God.
“… [Questions and reflections] help readers decide where each home stands: does it need to be rebuilt, remodeled, or merely redecorated—or is it in a position for readers to simply appreciate it? The author also includes steps to help readers improve each house sufficiently to be moved into the ‘appreciate’ category.”
It’s a great little book, as I had told my captive audience at some length a few months ago.
So when we met for coffee, she mentioned the review, which I’d finally had space to run—and she told me it was a really good one. In fact, she said, even though I’d already told her about the book, the review—note this: my written review, not my wholehearted verbal endorsement—made her want to read it, despite the fact that self-help-type books are totally not her cup of tea.