to Carl Rogers (whose On Becoming A Person showed me where to look)
If I had only. . . forgotten future greatness and looked at the green things and the buildings and reached out to those around me and smelled the air and ignored the forms and the self-styled obligations and heard the rain on the roof and put my arms around my wife . . . and it's not too late
She may die before morning.
I don't really have to become me, although at times it feels this way - I am already me. And that is both the easiest and the hardest thing for me to realize.
Reading Notes To Myself is one of those rare experiences that comes only once in a great while. The editor who discovered the book said, "When I first read Prather's manuscript it was late at night and I was tired, but by the time I finished it, I felt rested and alive. Since then I've reread it many times and it says even more to me now." The book serves as a beginning for the reader's exploration of his or her own life and as a treasury of thoughtful and insightful reminders.
(retrieved from Amazon Thu, 12 Mar 2015 18:22:19 -0400)