Perhaps through some mysterious motivation to unpack the "secret key", I have always kept journals, from mid-adolescence through my current mid-forties. They have organically flowed from diary-like documentation of the days events and impressions, to psycho-spiritual contemplations, to soulful prayers and invitations to Spirit. At particular points along the path, I have wondered if anyone besides myself, perhaps family generations down the line, might discover and read these volumes. In the same breath, that question evaporates. Why would anyone be interested? What would I have to offer? Until, that is, I read Ms. Rubin's book. Each piece of writing she presents is a delicious little bite of a bigger story, of a bigger life, leaving me hungry for more, but yet it is complete unto itself like a perfect little jewel. The gifts that I got from this book are several fold. But perhaps the most important one is the possibility that I have something of value to leave through my writing. This is deeply affirmed. I have since begun the sometimes arduous, but mostly exhilarating task of systematically going through my journals and chosing particular stories and impressions as the raw material for expansion and elaboration, with a vision of creating my own autobiographical compilation. For whose consumption beside my own? Ah, that's still the mystery! And why 4 instead of 5 stars? I wanted to know the outcome of the life of each of the contributing writers!