We are the only beings on earth who intrinsically wonder about our own end. But is there a way to elicit more elegant, gentle questions? Maybe something finer can be imparted, a way to bring the inevitable grief this life holds, into the love it really is.
In this lyrical essay, poetry and the beauty of dreams mingle with remembrance. Journey from a child’s view of life’s end to a perspective in time much closer to that end, and something as familiar as an old friend comes into focus, greets us, and teaches us its ways.
I thought I’d finished this book. Really did. Then the discomfort set-in. There was a sense that I’d called it too early, that perhaps some things had been left unwritten. Fair enough, I thought. I’ll just write some more. Sometimes the muse doesn’t play by our rules. Only problem was I had made a commitment. The publisher had already produced a beautiful book cover along with a great interior design. Things were moving along to a publication date at the end of August, 2022 as I had previously posted. I was beginning to lose sleep because my word matters to me. But so does “the work.” Hence, the tension.
Fortunately, I have a publisher who truly gets it. The book is expanding (though remains true to its original description) and will be along in Spring, 2023. Promise. I’ll keep you posted.
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