If you have a favorite soul searching book or poem…send it on and I’ll post it!

From 2014:

Recommended by Jay Pierce:
Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein
Steppenwolf by Herman Hesse
Wild by Cheryl Strayed….big influence….very good read.
Recommended by Kathie Russell:
Contents May Have Shifted by Pam Houston
Recommended by Ann Estill:
Travels with Charley by John Steinbech
Recommended by Frank Phoenix: (currently reading):
The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know is Possible by Charles Eisenstein  (the author is coming to town soon!)
Recommended by Kim Caraganis: 
Ahab’s Wife, In the Heart of the Sea,The Dove Keepers and Cloud Splitter. “Walking in a Sacred Manner” & “The Ethics of Love”-Using Yoga’s Timeless Wisdom to Heal Yourself, Others and the Earth”
Recommended by Doc Sydnor: 
Aldo Leopold “A Sand County Almanac”
Wendell Berry  “The Unsettling of America”
Wendell Berry “What are People For?: Essays”

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From Doug Schrock:
Anything by David Sedaris….almost wrecked the van laughing from his stories!

From Beth Tacular and Phil

From Tandy Jones:  Simply Happy

From cousin Charlie and Allie:
The Moth
This American life
New Marc Ecko book and rewindARTICLES:
Recommended by Jenny Schnaak and Michiel Doorn:
18 Things Highly Creative People Do DifferentlyMEDITATION:
Recommended by Kristy Yule:
Deepak Chopra

Poems and such by Diane Pettus, click here.

Sent by Barbara Lorie for contemplation:

Winter Grace  by Patricia Fargnoli

If you have seen the snow
under the lamppost
piled up like a white beaver hat on the picnic table
or somewhere slowly falling
into the brook
to be swallowed by water,
then you have seen beauty
and know it for its transience.
And if you have gone out in the snow
for only the pleasure
of walking barely protected
from the galaxies,
the flakes settling on your parka
like the dust from just-born stars,
the cold waking you
as if from long sleeping,
then you can understand
how, more often than not,
truth is found in silence,
how the natural world comes to you
if you go out to meet it,
its icy ditches filled with dead weeds,
its vacant birdhouses, and dens
full of the sleeping.
But this is the slowed-down season
held fast by darkness
and if no one comes to keep you company
then keep watch over your own solitude.
In that stillness, you will learn
with your whole body
the significance of cold
and the night,
which is otherwise always eluding you.

Sent by Gary Phillips


and let it out slowly
so that it leaves my body like a long white train
pulling out of the station
on the platform of which
I am standing
with one hand to my brow
and one hand waving
in the manner of a tired queen
at the tail of a great procession
through all the green and crowded
alleys of my childhood
grateful for the tiny silver hatpins
that keep everything in place

Suzanne Buffam

Sent by Alisa Esposito Lucash

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.

He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
Pablo Neruda

4 responses »

  1. Hey Tami, I don’t know how much time you have to read on this cray adventure/a million and five people have already given you suggestions but these books have all changed my life a little
    The Spell of the Sensuous, David Abram
    Let my People go Surfing
    Ethical Slut


    • I’m always up for more….I’m collecting these for later to read also and for others…so I’d like this to be a repository of sorts for others that might be in my situation.
      thanks, love you.


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