I received an email earlier in the week from my editor, Terri announcing that the books were in the mail. With so many other things going on, I put it out of my mind and sallied forth. Yesterday, when it became too hot to garden and the seemingly endless watering was sufficiently conquered, I retreated indoors to my laptop and Facebook. Donna, on the east coast, announced that she had in her hands the real McCoy. I got excited. Maybe my book would be in today's mail. Well, after what felt like an endless wait, sure enough, "patience" paid off. It was here.
My essay is in the chapter titled, "Loss," right after Donna's sweet, heartfelt poems. It chronicles meeting and getting to know my dear friend Valerie and the moments that lead up to her suicide ten years later. Then the painful aftermath, concluding with the epiphany--the moment I knew all is okay, that somehow, in the midst of tragedy, in a realm we mere humans are not privy to, love has prevailed.
This book is all about epiphanies. The "ah-ha" moment, as Oprah would say. That glimpse into deeper understanding that breaks through the chaos, confusion and emotional unrest and sheds the light of hope and peace. We all have those moments. We can all relate.
I'll have my nose buried for the next little while. I need to hurry because Ricki's new book, BeBop Garden is coming soon and I'm equally psyched about it.
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Keeping with the garden theme...
This isn't a very good photo, obviously, but I wanted to show you the
Seven-Son Flower in full, late-summer bloom.
You wouldn't believe the bees! They love this (now) tree as much as I do.