This is the sixth post in my 30 for 30/30 series where I am publishing a new post each day for the next 30 days within a 30-minute window without much of a plan. You can read about why I’m doing this by clicking this link.
Today’s 30 For 30/30 is brief as I returned to the office and only lasted half the day after missing last Friday and yesterday. At 60 I find that my energy stores, once depleted, take more time to replenish than ever before.
However, as if to fill a need for pleasurable recuperation, my paperback copy of Kamal Ravikant’s novel Rebirth – A Fable of Love, Forgiveness, and Following Your Heart, was waiting for me on my desk courtesy of Amazon Prime.
That meant that after getting home and taking care of Sir Buddy’s needs and eating the homemade chicken soup I managed to cook last night (that wasn’t terrible but at the same time wasn’t great either), I was cleared to spend a bit of recuperation time reading.
Like Carly Simon’s titled hit, I approach some books with a heightened sense of anticipation. Other books that carried this same level of anticipation include Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast and Harper Lee’s To Kill of Mockingbird.
Kamal might be embarrassed that I included his unread novel in this class of work, but I can’t deny that after reading the preview of the novel on my Kindle after finishing his last book, I knew I’d have to read it and not on my Kindle.
For years I was solely a digital consumer of books. However, in recent years I’ve reconsidered that approach and for some books, I enjoy the experience more if I have a physical book. Not only was I anticipating reading the novel, but actually holding it my hands.
From the novel’s back cover:
“Based on the author’s experience of walking the Camino de Santiago, Rebirth is a beautiful fable about forgiveness, synchronicity, and the unexpected adventures that reveal who we are.”
From its early pages:
“How do you find peace?”
The [old monk] is solemn for a moment, then smiles the biggest, warmest smile. Behind him, far in the distance, are sharp-edged mountains. I feel like they must when sunlight envelops them after after a cold,winter night.
“Simple. Simple question.”
“Not for me,” I say.
“I say ‘yes'” he says. “To all that happens, I say ‘yes.'”
He bows and returns to his prayer wheels. Snow plumes drift lazily across mountain peaks, the rising sun coloring them a golden yellow.”
As I written about previously, I’ve read Ravikant’s other two books, both non-fiction, and in those he shares his heart openly and transparently. He’s the kind of writer that leaves everything on the page.
I’m looking forward to reading more…which means that you’ll probably hear about it. 🙂