Books for those sitting in Thresholds

First, do you have an author who speaks to your soul? Herman Hesse has been my soul teacher this year, not once three times. Demian, a book of seeking, Steppenwolf, a book of reconciling, Siddhartha a book of letting go. One leaves home to find himself. One tears himself apart trying to hold both wolves. One stops seeking and listens to the river. Each one found me when I needed them and reflected one question like a mirror: Who am I?

Bhagavad Gita : It has been sitting in my bookshelf for a long time and wasn’t the first time trying to read it, but as with it often happens with sacred knowledge it revealed its secret only when I was ready. The book opens in the battlefield, the battlefield within. What is to live a live of devotion, releasing any expectations with the knowledge that we are a tiny drop in the vast ocean of the creation, and at the same time we are it? I don’t know yet, I’m still on that field.

The Little Prince: Someone gifted me this book last year and I am glad I brought it along in my journey. A book for the child, the one in us. When is the last time you were in touch with your little prince/ss? Do you remember the last time you tended your little one? How does the world look like in their eyes? Maybe it’s a world where foxes speak, and the roses are your friends. Maybe the walls of your everyday existence take a purple color, or pink, or yellow. Or maybe the walls dissolve and all there is, is a world that your magic prince has fashioned with his colored pencils, a tiny spinning planet with a little volcano, and sun & moon glowing at the same time.

The Flowering Wand: Rewilding the Sacred Masculine by Sophie Strand. It showed me myth as the mycelium. Mythic Gods have a way for transcending time and place, crossing borders like spores. The old Godess and Gods resurect and adapt to new environments to restore the natural order when society is in disbalance like mushrooms after a rain in the forest. There is a feeling in the air: that it’s high time for the new (and at the same time old) masculine to emerge. What does it mean to let the masculine I, You , We inherited break down from the rigidity of culture to become a generative force for healing ?

The Way of Integrity by Martha Beck: What does it mean to live a life of Integrity? This has been the question that I have asked myself this year and here’s what I have found to be true: Integrity comes from when your actions are aligned with your truth. Attempting to live a life of integrity demands radical honesty first to self and then to others even when it gets scary. Especially when it gets scary. It means being willing to shed preconceived notions about what one should do with their life, and riding on the back of our Yeses. This was the most challenging and ecstatic year I have lived and wouldn’t trade it for anything. I learned this year after living in my head for a long time that listening for Yes might mean turning your ears inward: It speaks from the body.