Wonderful! The adventure so tangible and ecstatic! I love that you used that word to describe the revelatory awakening—adventure—as if the universe is always prepared to lead us along, if only we tune in to listen and read the map. Such a beautiful ending, and how lovely that an old childhood doc gets to be part of Paul’s (your!) final and ever-renewing confirmation.
So glad you enjoyed Kimberly. You have an uncanny way of honing in on the perfect word or symbol that holds the entire story within. "Adventure" from the latin advenire meaning "to come to" or "arrive." Ironically or perhaps fittingly in English it's come to mean to go out and explore the unknown.
“…he wasn’t writing anything—the whole of creation was already being written all around him. And it was unfathomably beautiful.”
A brilliant ending!
“The one in your own eyes right now.”
I suspect there were pieces of you scattered throughout. Maybe your recipe was a mixture of fiction with a side order of fact, but it was ever so subtle that I put the thought aside in a box entitled possibilities. I searched for clues (yes, I tend to do that to become more involved in the story, or when I’m left with a big question mark to solve). 11:11, the information I found brought your writing to a whole new level that I most likely would have missed if I didn’t go snooping.
I ‘closed the cover’ of your book with a big smile. And this little verse came to mind.
Robert Frost seems to be my go to poet, always finding the words and metaphors in his poems, when my own words are not enough. ( He is also a fellow Vermonter, so I am a bit partial);
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Robert Frost~The Road Not Taken
I sincerely hope that the path you found, or found you ,that is, if you story leans towards truth, will continue to contain a lifetime of unexpected wonders .
(To be continued on D/M. Now you have to suffer my literal connection).
I can't quite believe it has taken me two weeks to read the final chapter!
Oh but Eric this line "The book was writing itself. It occurred to Paul that he wasn’t writing anything—the whole of creation was already being written all around him. And it was unfathomably beautiful." epitomised the entire divine story for me.
I have loved every chapter a little more than the one previous to it, l felt almost to be part of the story, one of the crows perhaps watching your adventure from a swaying branch, sometimes the wind nearly knocked me off, but mostly it just swayed me gently into the adventure beautifully...!
I cannot tell you how wonderful it has been seeing you wind through my novel, always a single heart marking your journey.
Hearing that you loved each successive chapter a bit more than the previous one is such heartening feedback, especially because the pacing of the story slows down for a good spell after all the medical drama in Part I.
Perhaps I don’t fully understand what sort of commitment the book asks for… I definitely bit off more than I could chew writing it.
Thank you endlessly for seeing the story all the way through to the end!
I can say only this; If this is biting off more than you can chew Eric, I’d love to see what you could do with something you that was easier digest! You put your whole heart into writing about an experience most of us have never known, indeed, likely never will and yet I felt every second in your incredible prose. This is a remarkable book and I loved it even more for being truthful. 🙏🏼💛
This is music to my ears. I’ve worried that telling personal stories about coincidence is like trying to tell someone about the dream you had last night — only the dreamer really cares 😆
Wonderful! The adventure so tangible and ecstatic! I love that you used that word to describe the revelatory awakening—adventure—as if the universe is always prepared to lead us along, if only we tune in to listen and read the map. Such a beautiful ending, and how lovely that an old childhood doc gets to be part of Paul’s (your!) final and ever-renewing confirmation.
So glad you enjoyed Kimberly. You have an uncanny way of honing in on the perfect word or symbol that holds the entire story within. "Adventure" from the latin advenire meaning "to come to" or "arrive." Ironically or perhaps fittingly in English it's come to mean to go out and explore the unknown.
Oh!!! That’s fabulous. Adventure = arrival. Thank you for this wonderful teaching.
A phrase I learned during vision quest, 25 years ago, springs to mind.
»The ceremony is over, the next one is about to begin.«
The whole of creation already written. A powerful realisation to end with.
Yes! I've been thinking about how fitting it is that this "ending" happened to fall on the equinox.
“…he wasn’t writing anything—the whole of creation was already being written all around him. And it was unfathomably beautiful.”
A brilliant ending!
“The one in your own eyes right now.”
I suspect there were pieces of you scattered throughout. Maybe your recipe was a mixture of fiction with a side order of fact, but it was ever so subtle that I put the thought aside in a box entitled possibilities. I searched for clues (yes, I tend to do that to become more involved in the story, or when I’m left with a big question mark to solve). 11:11, the information I found brought your writing to a whole new level that I most likely would have missed if I didn’t go snooping.
I ‘closed the cover’ of your book with a big smile. And this little verse came to mind.
Robert Frost seems to be my go to poet, always finding the words and metaphors in his poems, when my own words are not enough. ( He is also a fellow Vermonter, so I am a bit partial);
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Robert Frost~The Road Not Taken
I sincerely hope that the path you found, or found you ,that is, if you story leans towards truth, will continue to contain a lifetime of unexpected wonders .
(To be continued on D/M. Now you have to suffer my literal connection).
I can't quite believe it has taken me two weeks to read the final chapter!
Oh but Eric this line "The book was writing itself. It occurred to Paul that he wasn’t writing anything—the whole of creation was already being written all around him. And it was unfathomably beautiful." epitomised the entire divine story for me.
I have loved every chapter a little more than the one previous to it, l felt almost to be part of the story, one of the crows perhaps watching your adventure from a swaying branch, sometimes the wind nearly knocked me off, but mostly it just swayed me gently into the adventure beautifully...!
Susie,
I cannot tell you how wonderful it has been seeing you wind through my novel, always a single heart marking your journey.
Hearing that you loved each successive chapter a bit more than the previous one is such heartening feedback, especially because the pacing of the story slows down for a good spell after all the medical drama in Part I.
Perhaps I don’t fully understand what sort of commitment the book asks for… I definitely bit off more than I could chew writing it.
Thank you endlessly for seeing the story all the way through to the end!
Paul 💙
I can say only this; If this is biting off more than you can chew Eric, I’d love to see what you could do with something you that was easier digest! You put your whole heart into writing about an experience most of us have never known, indeed, likely never will and yet I felt every second in your incredible prose. This is a remarkable book and I loved it even more for being truthful. 🙏🏼💛
This is music to my ears. I’ve worried that telling personal stories about coincidence is like trying to tell someone about the dream you had last night — only the dreamer really cares 😆
I know exactly what you mean, the glazed eye look right? Rest assured It didn’t happen once in my reading of your memoire Eric… I barely blinked!! 😃