A Book Called Being Alive
...a good winter read.
I’m trying to imagine my life as Mother Earth understands it, somewhere written brilliantly in the introduction and afterword of a book called Being Alive. The real story is not in the pages I’m searching – the voluminous encyclopedias, the epic poems, the eloquent soliloquies, or the steamy romances which inevitably give way to another long chapter. The book before my book and the book right after are certainly much closer to the truest sense of being alive. Yet there must be something written in these yellowing pages of my birth and of my dying which God is wanting me to read and to understand as the loving reason my story is worth writing at all.
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