During a discussion of reading tastes the other week, I made the statement that until recently, though a voracious reader, I only read fiction. When I was asked why that was, I was hard pressed to come up with a reason. However for the last 8 years, I have read non-fiction equally voraciously. As I have been thinking about this and what made the difference, something became apparent to me. I read and still read fiction because it lets my mind explore many different avenues, all avenues with no definitive answer (unless it is ’who dun it’ in a mystery). I have become ‘friends’ with the characters entering into their lives. Nonfiction on the other hand, was about facts and discoveries, interesting in themselves as things to know but not leaving anything for my mind to discover. Perhaps I was reading the wrong nonfiction books, I don’t know. I do know however that the nonfiction I have been reading for the last 9 years positively begs for my mind to ...
These poems, quotes and reflections have all 'nudged' me along my way on this journey. Perhaps they will speak to you too!