She called it “well-researched and, in its own way, kind.”
It brought to mind something another reader once said about my novel Snow Fence Road:
“One of the things I also enjoyed was that this story took place in a kind world, with supportive and loving folks, despite their past difficulties, even with each other.”
That is the reason that I write, from the stubborn belief that this is the sort of world that all of our hearts want, and that those hearts long, innately, to help bring it into being. Because it’s what they’re created for.
“All of the particles of the world are in love and looking for lovers,” Rumi wrote.
Mother Teresa captured this kind essence of love quite touchingly: “I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world.”
I read recently that much of what is expressed out into our world aims at a lowest common denominator.
But have we not a highest common one? A kind and willing servant of Love?
What sort of love letter to the world can be written for — and from — this treasure?
How can each and every one of us value, protect, and manifest it, like infinite candles, brighter than any darkness, whether imagined or real?