One of my new year's resolutions is that I will try, at least once a month, to find a way to systematically feed my soul. Coming Home to Myself was an excellent start. It is basically composed of tiny meditations/free verses that tell us everything we already know, but insist on forgetting on a daily basis. It's a very quick read, and helped me soothe the sharp edges of stressful days with its delicate simplicity. Sometimes I need books that restore my sense of perspective, and this is certainly one of them.
I have to admit that, now and then, the style felt a bit too preachy, but not terribly so. And the title is not lying when it says it is "nurturing"! I really feel I'm going to come back to it once in a while to read a random page or two.
Maybe this book's main contribution is to remind us - again and again - that women are not completely alone when it comes to their very personal experiences. The private is public indeed, and that doesn't make our experiences any less our own.