Echos

I am reading a book about a woman and her journey to be a Buddhist nun. The difference is she is from the West and her journey started in the 1960's. Reading her experiences, her very beginnings, resonated with me, almost echoing my thoughts, feelings and struggles to understand what the inner commotion was/is trying to say. I am ever so grateful to the friend that lent me the book. I may have heard of the nun which the story is about, but I would not have read this book had it not been for my friend.