A sweet friend gifted me this book. Out of the blue. Because he thought I should have it.
The gesture made me a little teary. But, page by page, it meant even more that he’d chosen me for this book. Because it’s lovely. It speaks with such a gentle honesty.
It’s a treasure, this book. I loved it so much that I wanted to draw it out, to savor it bit by bit. So I limited myself to two–maybe three–qualities per day. Right before bed. Reading it was a balm. And it offered me poignant insight that I often dwelled upon as I drifted off to sleep.
Each quality of the human condition–worry, pleasure, competition, forgiveness, intensity (99 in total)–gets a personality, a style of dress, a mode of moving through the world, an energy, and a smattering of favorite things:
Change wears my sister’s moccasins… He likes to come up quietly and kiss me on the back of my neck when I’m at my drawing table…Change is very musical, but sometimes you must listen for a long time before you hear the pattern in his music.
The “negative” qualities spoke to me the most. I began to understand them differently and to look on them with a new tenderness. After all, they are my teachers; it seems only right to respect them, even if I can’t always welcome them.
I finished the book weeks ago.
It’s still on my nightstand, where I can keep it close.