who better than i, to fuss over myself... properly.

H O M E

The Stranger who speaks for me…

I’m only 1/2 way thru, but, it’s somewhat frightening to read how eloquently a complete stranger is able to express *my* very thoughts & feelings.

References of being a cross between a golden retriever & a barnacle… the face being a trasparent transmitter of every thought… and disappearing into the person you love. All me, right now.

And in a way, it’s comforting to know that someone else suffered just as much internal chaos as I feel I am… and was able to heal.

Eat, Pray, Love:
One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia
by Elizabeth Gilbert



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