CIA, E=mc2, 1775-1817

 My side table is overflowing, not with knick-knacks or what have yous, but books that I am reading right now.   They have a vast range of interests and subjects.  Relativity by Albert Einstein, Jane Austen and Her Times by G. E. Mitton, and The Third Option by Vince Flynn.  Each book in it's own right, represents a different part of my soul at this particular time. Vince Flynn has been my novel of choice recently.  Reading three of his spy novels in two weeks!  This definitely is the part of my soul that wants to escape, pretend I am apart of the CIA world of intrigue and espionage.  I can curl up with Mitch Rapp and his special op buddies and save the world in just a few short hours.  He always wins, the bad guys are defeated, and justice is accomplished, managed, and sought after for another day.  Sometimes our lives are not so easy.  

Relativity is the part of me that wants a challenge.  Stretching me to where I can learn something new, and the pride part of me that says learn something that other women, other people do not know anything about.  There I go confessing my sin again.  Relativity is not as hard as I thought it would be, but I am not to the end of the book yet.  I guess you could say I am in the now and the not yet, ha, ha.....

Jane Austen epitomizes for me a woman, in a much different era, that gave her all to create something of beauty that has lasted for almost two hundred years.  Out of her imagination, her experience and her heart she wrote just for the pleasure of it.  Somewhere along the way, she realized that she was writing for others too, but she wrote because it bubbled up inside of her soul.  Real life situations were the fodder for most of the stories that she crafted.  When others were romanticizing the world giving way to fantasies of utopias, she developed characters that we could all identify with, laugh at or laugh with; past the age of believing in utopias on earth, past the time of romanticizing life, love, or longings, past the place of my life that dreams (shattered or realized) come only from the Father of Lights, I can identify with this woman that continued on even when life for her was not pleasant, but lonely.  

I so wish that I could read just one book at a time; but alas, life and the soul is multifaceted.  What are you reading right now?  Perhaps it typifies the various angles, curves, and plains of your life.  Take those aspects and they may add up to the physics of your soul; whether that be saving the world, academic pursuits, or becoming a woman after God's own heart, willing to pursue Him whether anyone "reads" it or not.