The Warm Vanilla Pudding Hum Of Well Being: A Conversation with Liz Gilbert, Part II

But when that anxiety falls away, when hurt retreats, it becomes clear to me how often my soul meets another’s. I’ve felt it rise to the surface of my body, so that my body has been aglow with it. The occasions that have created that response have been so various – vulnerability, illness, shame, pleasure, community, art. In these states of soulful

I began to realize that beneath all my mood swings, depression, loneliness and addictive behavior lurked that feeling of deep personal deficiency. I was getting my first clear glimpse into a core of suffering that I would revisit again and again in my life. While I felt exposed and raw, I intuitively knew that by facing this pain I was entering a p

adventure: I come to understand that for most of my life, when I was looking for love, I was looking to be loved. In this, I am a prism of my world. I am a novice at love in all its fullness, a beginner. The intention to walk through the world practicing love across relationships and encounters feels like a great frontier.

Similar descriptions have occurred in cultures around the world and through millennia. Modern physics corroborates the fact that on the level of energy there are no boundaries. While science might not recognize the glue as “love,” it’s the word mystics most often use. Kate talks about her experience as “a feeling of coming home,” and it has had a p

three fairly broad AAs that I currently use: love for myself and others, connection, and showing up honestly.