Right now I am reading Help, Thanks, Wow: The Three Essential Prayers by Anne Lamott. I know Anne Lamott is not everyone's cup of tea, but I happen to love her writing. I appreciate her honesty, her ability to look at life in a fresh way, her sense of humour, and how what she says rings true to everyday experiences. Here's an example:
"This morning at six when I awoke, loneliness was sitting on my chest like a dental X-ray apron, even though I was buried in hairy dog love. I prayed: 'Help. I am sad and lonely, and already it looks from here like today is going to be too long.'"
I read this yesterday, which also happened to be the day that started out with a jar of honey falling out of the cupboard and landing on the edge of a bowl. Things would have been easier if the bowl had been empty. It wasn't. It held the two eggs I was planning to use to make an omelet. Those babies departed that bowl like they had been flung from a slingshot.
Later yesterday morning I stopped by the Hyundai dealership to order a replacement taillight for our Tucson. We have no idea how the light got bashed in. There are no signs of the vehicle having been hit, and the last time it was driven it was fine. It bothers me a lot to think it might have been vandalized, but I can't come up with any other explanation. Shock doesn't begin to describe my reaction when the parts guy told me what the replacement piece was going to cost.
Enter Anne Lamott. The sad and lonely part might not have been applicable, but I grabbed onto that part about how "it looks from here like today is going to be too long" the same way Fergus grabs a bone.
Even if the rest of the book wasn't filled with Anne's unique way of looking at things, which it is, and even if it didn't make me laugh out loud in parts, which it does, this book would have been worth the cost for just these three sentences:
"Another damn wind. I hate wind so much. It can make you feel hopeless, even in world-class beauty."
I live in a place where the wind rarely stops blowing. This is an especially bad feature if you hate the wind, which I do. There are times when the wind blows so hard here you can feel it hit the house. It screeches and roars and howls and just basically makes me all kinds of crazy. I want to frame that quote from Help, Thanks, Wow and put it on my wall. And from now on every time the wind blows I can look at it and know I'm not alone. Someone else hates the wind as much as I do.
There's a great comfort in knowing you're not alone, and that realization is the gift Anne Lamott gives with this book.