Deep thoughts

Over the past few days I have been reading two books--Saturday Night Widows by Becky Aikman  and  The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry  by Rachel Joyce.  I have heard it said that certain people or things come into your life at just the right time.  It is odd that I picked them up, as I usually go for mysteries or sometimes a biography.  Both contain a very subtle message of a search for what is important in life, not in global sense but in relation to the lives of the people in the books--in both cases examining their relationships with those around them.  Such a vague description doesn't begin to tell you about the emotions I found in the books, and the review of my own life that may result.  I have a hunch that I may be unsettled for a few days, while I think about this.