For better or worse, this is my life. It is both blessed and cursed in the purest and deepest ways. On one hand, my heart yearns for quiet retreat, but my soul knows the folly in that. These are the times when my mind seeks the safety and understanding of a well-loved novel. Something that makes me feel like I'm savoring my first home-cooked meal in years. I have several favorites. Ageless beauties that never let me down. They spread their pages on command and soften me from the outside in. The soothe my ravaged heart and calm the vibrations in my head. Books are a spiritual medicine for me. And tonight, I'm walking back into the sweet embrace of Kate Chopin's The Awakening.