The story behind how this book came into being is harrowing, but ultimately hopeful. Bobbi, outwardly successful and (she thought) happily married, had been a perfectionist all her life, constantly seeking approval from her family, husband, co-workers, church and ultimately, God. Eventually, things fell apart, her husband left her, she slid into depression and attempted suicide. But she survived, and realized that after a lifetime of only experiencing Spirit as secondhand dogma and conditional love, she was ready to make her own search for the sacred.

That, in itself, was inspiring – there are some similarities with my own story – but there’s more…

The idea of a personal sacred text is almost certainly not new – after all, what did the standard scriptures start off as? – but to many people from within conventional spiritual traditions, it seems almost like heresy – that you can not only compile your own collection of other people’s words that inspire you, but actually write your own. My response is – why not? Inspiration couldn’t have suddenly stopped with a bunch of clerics hundreds of years ago deciding which books were ‘true’ and which weren’t. Creativity is divine in itself, inborn in all of us, and we all have an inner sense that – if we really listen to it – will guide us to what we most need to know.

That, it seems, is what Bobbi is saying in this book, and she guides you through the whole process of exploring traditions, making choices, and learning to trust your own connection to Spirit. (Some nice, unusual recommendations of writing to check out, too.)

Ultimately, though, this isn’t just a book about words, but about the very nature of your journey. And two themes stand out. One is that it’s your journey, nobody else’s. The other is the fact that you and your attitudes will change over the course of time, and that’s OK. This is a book not for the person sure that their visions are always true for everyone, but for the explorer who knows a little uncertainty is no bad thing.