Excerpt from Frozen Tears: Part I
Of “This World is Not My Home: A Spiritual Journey”
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My brother and sister and I were all born in The Moon of the Snowblind, an unhappy month known for unpredictable weather, evil Ides, blustery winds, cold rains, and mischievous leprechauns. We were hurled headlong into a nightmare with no one to wake us up. If only we could have found and captured just one leprechaun and demanded three wishes, perhaps we might have acquired some of that Irish luck or a pot of gold, but there were no rainbows within our darkness.
Our mother was a yellow-haired enchantress who wore dangling orb earrings, tie-dyed dresses and crocheted sandals. She derived pleasure in casting her spells upon men of the cloth, and casting them aside.
Our father was a charming cellist of Cherokee descent, who loved melancholy women and chamber music. He wore shell necklaces and tapestry vests, and wrote short stories about legless hobo angels who traveled around in boxcars.
The three of us grew from pure sparkling seeds into distorted rootless trees.
I’m 72% through with your book, and am enjoying it immensely. I’ll let you know when I have finished it.
Dear Jeff,
I just returned from a trip, or I would have replied sooner. I am so happy that you are enjoying my book. I look forward to hearing from you when you are finished.
Keep up your good work as well. You are a blessing.
Shalom,
Olive
I’ve posted my review on Goodreads.
Book review
Hmm. . it appears that the link didn’t work. https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/888481725
Jeff, I am so grateful for your thoughtful comments.
Thank you again!
Peace be with you,
Sister Olive