My Stroke of Insight


To say the least, this week was challenging. Last week I had to leave people I love behind in Tennessee for the second time in seven weeks. (I can’t deny being thankful to retreat to my nest, though.) I didn’t get to see my Auntie Jean or my cousin Bobby. My team at work is undergoing restructuring. I have been informed that I will need to travel back to the US to get my work permit (which is expensive and takes vacation time). I have been assigned additional responsibilities with little information to go on thus far. I miss my mom. There is an ache in my body like I have not known before. It doesn’t feel like Swine Flu, before you ask.

Thank goodness a few strikingly beautiful Canadians invited me for tea on Sunday afternoon. It gave me a very good excuse to sit in Leicester Square to finish my new book.

My Stroke of Insight is something I had been meaning to read since a friend sent me a link to a video of Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor’s TED presentation.

stroke of insight

As a student of psychology, her experience intrigued me.  As someone grieving the loss of a mother to mental illness, it became a must-have.  This book is absolutely for everyone.  I would love to wrap my arms around Dr. Taylor someday.