Confession, I wasn’t going to do a December book of the month. I have the line up of books for next year, but I was just going to skip over the last month of 2017. Then, today, I found myself home sick. There was an explosion in a subway tunnel here in New York City this morning, the wildfires are raging across California, it’s the holiday season, and I am feeling unfocused, ungrounded, and exhausted. As I was drawing a hot bath for myself, I started perusing my bookshelves looking for something to read while taking my bath. I pulled Kahlil Gibran’s, The Prophet off the shelf. As I began rereading it, I realized what a perfect book for the end of the year, or the end of any journey, while we stand on the precipice of what is to come.
My parents gave me this book when I graduated high school.
I did not get it, or fully appreciate it then. Now I realize what truly cool parents I have and what an amazing graduation gift this book was. I have reread it many times throughout the years, but it has been at least eight years since I read it cover to cover. So, as 2017 begins to wrap up and the world seems to be falling apart in every possible way, I turn to the words of wisdom found in, The Prophet. I’d love for you to join me in reading this timeless book that has the power to speak to all of us, regardless of where we stand on our paths in life.