I almost didn't buy this book because of the author's flaky-sounding name, which made the book sound like it would offer a bunch of new-age pseudo-wisdom crap.  I was pleasantly surprised to find it originally started out as a poem --and a beautiful one at that-- about love: the ache for profound, delicious love all of us have and seldom find, be it towards a lover, a friend, or even towards our own selves. It speaks candidly and courageously about stumbling through life, mistake after mistake, while all the time growing and learning and reaching (hopefully) for a wiser, happier, more intimate and more fulfilling life.