I have been rereading Eat, Pray, Love to get more of a writer’s eye on it. The first time I was, plain and simple, a rapt reader. Now, as I near the end, I find myself slipping back into reader mode. That is a testament to author Elizabeth Gilbert’s beautiful and captivating turn of phrase. And, of course, to her description of falling in love with a wonderful, older Brazilian man in Bali.
It is so compelling to me to read about love that blossoms from a place of emotional health. I have done so much work in that area and could not be more proud of it. I delight in the idea of being in a relationship with someone who is equally proud of who he’s become.
My date with the nice guy from the online site is tomorrow night. His emails make me smile. I’m excited about meeting him.