The printer’s proof is in the mail on its way to me. And
here is the book’s cover with Shiloh Sophia’s painting. To my eye She is the
perfect image of the Widow in all her paradox. She is the meeting place of
opposites: the fiery annihilation of all that was formerly known, meeting the
transformation in the present moment; the interpenetration of all colors and
forms; the stillness of inner being with the evolution of new life; the
suffering heart out of which grows the Tree of Life; the breath of Divine
Spirit from which emerges the personal story; the sacred Rose, woman’s mandala
of integration and wholeness. She is Wisdom, the brilliance of love, truth and
beauty.
After examining my options for publication and balancing them
with my understanding of how my writing life fits into the variations of
energies in this world, I’ve chosen to continue publishing independently, using
CreateSpace as printer, and John’s and my CyberScribe Publications as my
publishing imprint. Since 1983, when my first book was published by Loyola
University Press, I’ve had experience with virtually every form of publication:
large and small traditional publishers, three different literary agents, and
finally independent publishing. All of these forms have actually been
wonderfully exciting and I’m glad to have had the experience when it was
presented. As I age I want my work to increase in simplicity as it also
increases in depth. I want the process to be calmer. I’ve come to experience
that the encounter between the author and the reader is sacred. No matter which
form of publication is chosen, this is so, but I am more conscious of the
potential encounter and it’s blending of souls when my spirit is more still—when silence has become an open
heart. When I publish independently I can approach each detail in a spirit of
meditation which becomes a blessing from my heart to the heart of each reader
who by some miracle happens upon that book.
Last week John received an email from a man in London. John’s
book, Yearning for the Father, had
fallen into this man’s hands, and he’d read it closely and with deep
meditation. His letter of gratitude highlighted the sections he felt had graced
his life. Even one encounter such as this is a source of wonder.
If we should meet some moment in a sentence or a word, I
greet you there, and wrap your spirit in veils of grateful wonder.
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