Eat, Pray, Love

I am re-reading Elizabeth Gilbert's book Eat, Pray, Love. Oddly enough, I find a remarkable connection to the main character, Liz, this time. It is true when one states that a book may have no meaning until it enters one's life a second time because it has something to teach you. In that sense a book will choose its student when the student is ready to hear its message.

I have noticed that my inner gypsy is awakening once again. It has been a decade since I have done the traveling overseas lifestyle. However, I resumed that itch this past December when I went to London; now I look forward to a respite in Venice this November. Why do I feel more comfortable in Europe than I do in America? What is it that pulls me into a self-discovery mode whenever I travel?

Similiar to Gilbert's main character, Liz, I yearn to find a balance in life's pursuit of happiness. Someone once asked me, "What makes you happy?" I stood with "beginner's mind" written across my countenance.