Oh, Julia, Julia. Hidden somewhere among the continued name-dropping and quasi-religious diatribes is indeed a bit of gold. I certainly wouldn't call it a vein. More like a few shavings of gold dust here and there among the flotsum. Julia would like us to remember that therapists are garbage, the universe has good things in store for you, and that nothing cannot be solved with the construction of a few creepy dolls.

Yes, go for gratitude walks. Keep on chugging away on your morning pages. Go on an artist date! The thing is... this is not new to her pantheon - it is simply the one thread she carries everywhere she goes. And it's a good thread! But there wasn't much in this book to add to the Julia Cameron canon IMHO.