“It is foolish to think that we will enter heaven without entering into ourselves.” Teresa of Avila
It’s a common belief that a privileged childhood produces selfish, entitled adults who believe they deserve more than the rest of us. But a happy childhood in an affluent family with loving parents and the endless choices that America offers middle-class children can also produce a young woman like this author who feels deeply grateful for what has been given her and has a sense of responsibility toward others who aren’t so lucky.
This woman’s story is a fairly typical one, given her background. She was educated at several universities and moved into careers that satisfied both her financial and her emotional needs. Working for the U.N. on the front lines of human tragedies (both man-made and natural disasters) was a roller-coaster of horrifying sights, combined with the satisfaction of feeling that some relief was being offered.
But like many well-educated young people today, her exciting career dominated her life and left no room for romantic attachments. “Family” meant her loving parents and their welcoming home. Why go to the trouble to create another family? The young men she was attracted to were as wrapped up in their careers as she was in hers. As one love affair after another ended, she blamed it on the men’s “commitment-phobia”, never asking herself if she might be as afraid of commitment as her boyfriends.
It was her gentle father's early death that brought her up short and forced her to reconsider her life, as the death of a parent frequently does. Was it time to “grow up” and have a child, with or without a husband? She wanted a child, but was being a mother right for her? She decided to make a break with her New York life and her frantic search for a suitable husband. Instead of trying to find a husband, she decided to find out more about herself. She embarked on a spiritual journey that took her all over the world and led her to examine many different religions and philosophies.
To avoid any confusion, I should say that the author is NOT a “trust fund baby.” If she doesn’t work, she doesn’t eat. She does have the advantage of having traveled widely with her jobs and having relatives in her mother’s home country of India. But she had to make arrangements to do her job on-line. She could live with a reduced income, but not with none at all.
She traveled to Ashrams in India and organic farms in Sicily and connected with anyone she could learn from. In a sense, she was going back to her “roots” on both side of her family. Her father was from a rural American background, while her mother immigrated from India. I was fascinated by her stories of her parents, their happy marriage, and the effect it had on her life.
I was especially interested in the women in her maternal family and the contrast between her mother and her mother’s sister. Her mother married an American and produced two children, although her high-paying career was the family’s main support. Her aunt remained in India and was also a career woman, but one who remained single and childless. Living in a Western country, her mother had more choices, but age-old traditions and gender-expectations affect all women in all cultures. It’s merely a matter of degree.
I was surprised that I enjoyed this book so much. For one thing, it’s very well-written. The author has spent decades writing for non-profit organizations and that experience developed her writing skills. For another thing, this book’s emphasis on “alternative” beliefs isn’t as radical as it would have been even twenty years ago. Many ideas that once seemed “far out” have now become mainstream in American culture.
Mostly it’s just that the author is such a likable woman. Her intelligence, common sense, and willingness to laugh at herself make for a good, readable memoir. She's open about the limitations of the charitable organizations she’s worked with, but never apologetic about caring for others. Her generosity and compassion are welcome today, when so many people believe that we don’t need to help those in need, but get rid of them. As a NGO worker, she wasn’t able to do as much as she wanted, but she touched people and gave them reassurance that others care about them.
I loved her stories of her childhood in Virginia and her stories of her travels in India, the Mediterranean, and north Africa. I was fascinated by her African safari, where she learned so much about the animals and even more about herself. No, you can NOT pet the hippos. Male elephants are sperm donors only. Female elephants sicken and die if they are not with their loved ones. Leopards are loners. Which one are you?
Her late "gap year" highlighted her strengths and weaknesses. She learned that natural foods and water are better than Pringles and bourbon shots. That both sleep and solitude are necessary for physical and mental health. And she discovered that you can’t love others until you’ve learned to love yourself. And she finally got married! To herself, in Tanzania, with an impressive ring of native tanzanite.
I read parts of this book very carefully and skimmed others, but I was never tempted to stop reading. When a writer interests you enough that you have to keep reading to find out what happens next, that’s a successful memoir.