After a trying day filled with demanding customers, a ferryman in ancient China mocks a beggar for wasting the day waiting for a free ride, but the ferryman discovers that the beggar has been waiting for something much more important.
I'D RATHER BE READING FLANNERY O'CONNOR, says the bumper sticker on my car. When not reading Flannery O'Connor or working on my own writing, I enjoy spending time outdoors, especially on my bicycle. Lately, I've taken up guerrilla knitting, also known as knit graffiti. My latest knit graffiti project is a 50-foot (and growing) multi-colored chain. Like Kershaw Brittingham, the heroine of my book, Confirming Kershaw, I practice yoga. I no longer live in a one-postcard South Carolina town the way Kershaw does, though. Now I live a few miles north of the Mason-Dixon line in a Pennsylvania town with at least two postcards.
The Waiting Day is a beautiful tale that teaches about patience, kindness, and appreciation of things that matter. With precise and breath-taking illustrations, as well as a story told through the voice of ancient wisdom itself, readers are taken on a journey of enlightenment.
I loved this story so much. I would read it again, easily.