Sep 21, 12
Read in September, 2012
"There is always a story. No matter what we do it can't help but unfold."
"I'm afraid," I said.
"Yes," she told me.
This is one of those books.
You could say it's a story of war and holocaust. You could say it's about magic and language and time. You could say it's a story of connections, of how strangers become families, of how families and communities begin, end, continue. You could say it's a spiritual story, full of questions and poetry and prayers. You could say it's about water and earth and sky and stars. You could say it's a story about kindness and cruelty, hope and despair. You could say it's about loss and remembering, a story of "spit, babies, snot, spoon, death, dogs, saddle, horse, rain ,anger, howl."
And you would be correct.
"We pray that the lost are caught by safe hands. We pray that the morning is full of birds. We pray for whatever You have in store, but better, if You can."