I love to read and yet I struggle with it. My mind struggles to hold concentration long enough for the pages to form meaning. Then there is the memory thing... brain fog so thick that the memory of the chapter before is a challenge. The start of the book gone. And yet it is healthy for our minds to read. To rest my mind in a place of meditation or to rest my mind in a place of reading is almost one in the same for me.
So what do we do? If we are challenged with a scrambled brain but wish to read?
We can return to childhood. Roald Dahl is my favourite author of all time and I am never ashamed to be found to be reading The BFG, The Witches or James and the Giant Peach over and over and over again. Each time I gain something new from his words. From his humour. From his meanings lying under the meanings.
Maybe you'll try it. Maybe you'll return to your favourite book from childhood. You may just find something in there to ignite something deep inside from which something new may grow.
Lastly, perhaps you would drop on to the blogspot to tell me which is your favourite book from your childhood because I think I'd like to read them all!
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