Can it be, oh can it be? Another book from Harper Lee!

I keep thinking about Harper Lee and this 'other' book that is flooding the news. To Kill A Mockingbird has been my favorite book for as long as I can remember. I'm not even sure I can give an accurate estimate when it comes to the number of times I've read it. I'd be lying if I said I don't want to read it. Knowing she has another piece of literature sitting on a shelf makes my mouth water. But Harper Lee has been adamant about her intentions regarding the publication of another novel; she became reclusive because of the popularity of TKMB. She has published a few letters and stories, but nothing close to novel status. The only reason this new book has come to light is due to her failing health and the loss of her sister, who was also Lee's lawyer. 

This controversy has made me anxious. I have many genres of writing I'd like to publish, but I've also written things that will never be shared. For me, writing is therapeutic. I have a passion for putting pen to parchment. When I complete something, it is cathartic; that piece of writing is a part of me. I don't know that Harper Lee shares these same feelings. I cannot speak for her. I can only hope that the publishing of this novel will be done with the permission of one of the greatest writers of all time. 

Reset

Sometimes I need a reset, a fresh outlook, a new perspective. I get caught up in the frustration of not being able to handle things out of my control. I make mountains out of mole hills. I forget the simplicity of taking the time to appreciate the breathtaking moments that make life easier. Thankfully, my four legged friend knows when I need an intervention. She reminds me of the little things that hold profound significance: a long walk, a slow, scenic car ride, catching a corner of grass still touched by the sun, the wind in my hair, the sunrises and sunsets that color the sky, the darkness of night that quiets chaos.
Tonight, I opened the window, turned off the lights, and sat on the bed with Mia. I scratched her ears and she licked my hand. Her nose discovered new smells as the wind rustled through the trees. We sat there in silence while gazing out into the beautiful night. It was quiet. It was peaceful. And, once again, Mia reminded me that joy can be found in the little things. It was exactly what I needed - a reset.