When I was 19 I read The Celestine Prophecy. I can’t really remember much of the storyline now, but I do remember how it made me feel. Something clicked within me like an aha moment. I felt as though the possibilities in life were endless. It made me feel like I had only just scratched the surface of what life was truly about. There was a moment in the book that described energy exchanges between humans and other humans, and between humans and nature. I still use that metaphor to understand my interactions with people.
Another book that changed my life in a more subtle way, was Little Women. It was one of the first novels I had ever read and it sparked my imagination. The first story in my head was an adaption of the setting… I played made-up scenes in my head on loop not really understanding that I was playing with my imagination… not understanding that later on in life, my developed imagination would take me to even further places.
The book in this photo is one of mine.
