Hard to know how to classify this book. Not really ‘travel’ although she does go a few places. Not really ‘memoir’ although there are memories discussed Maybe: Philosophical musings from a personal viewpoint?

Regardless, I loved it. Completely engaging. Calm, yet intense underneath. Asking tough questions. Pondering, considering, studying.

The important thing is not that Elijah might show up someday. The important thing is that the doors are left open to the dark every year.

Not a book about religion, although that quote uses it. But certainly a book about personal belief, personal musings. I really don’t lead this kind of contemplative life. But it was an inspiring read.

The chapter “Abandon” about her friend Marine really reminded me of “Truth and Beauty” by Ann Patchett, a memoir about Patchett’s friend Lucy, another soul in trouble.

Don’t be surprised to see me reading a LOT more Solnit in the days ahead.