THE INCIDENTAL GURU 

 ...LESSONS IN HEALING FROM A DOG 

by 

Cindy Stone

Cindy has created a fine book here. It is a book about healing. It is a book about compassion. It is a book about self-knowing. And, it all comes to you by way of my friend, Harry, who is Cindy's beloved dog.
The details of this relationship and how, through Harry, Cindy evolved as a human being, as a psychotherapist, and as a friend are, without a doubt, the stuff of Celebrating the Written Word !
I cannot recommend this book enough. Do visit Cindy and Harry at: www.incidentalguru.com  . She won't bite. And neither will Harry. Not now.

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Both Cindy and Harry are dear and special friends. Are my comments biased? Always. They are my friends. Read the book. Pay attention to its words. Listen with your heart. And heal... IF... you let yourself remember, and see, and hurt, and feel the pain so you can release it, AND YOU.

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A GOLD NIB

 TO

  Exile Editions  

for reprinting

  THAT SUMMER IN PARIS  

by 

Morley Callaghan  

Morley Callaghan ( 1903 - 1990 ). A Canadian Nobel Prize nominee ! Writer supreme! 

Morley Callaghan was one of the smoothest short story writers for whom you'll ever turn a page to read. He was one of the finest novelists of the 20th Century.

THAT SUMMER IN PARIS is Morley's  memoir of his years in Paris with his wife, Loretto. During this period Callaghan was a pal of  Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway. He had associations with James Joyce, Ezra Pound,  Sylvia Beach and others among the "Who's Who" of 20th. Century World Literature. THAT SUMMER IN PARIS reads fine and pure like a good Morley Callaghan story.

For more information please contact:  www.exilequarterly.com 

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To be a wizard. That’s what I remember from, THE PURPOSE OF YOUR LIFE by Carol Adrienne (Eagle Brook). "To be a wizard" was the purpose I had arrived at after completing the exploration presented in the book. The author made that discovery fun and interesting, and my statement of purpose has stayed with me all these years, has guided me into right living, and has influenced me in all areas of my life.

Since being a wizard is about the power to transform, I next sought books that taught me how to grow in power. The most indispensable of those has been MANIFEST YOUR DESTINY by Dr. Wayne Dyer (Harper Collins ). After reading it, I believed – for the first time – that I actually could be a Creative Force in my own life.

One of the trickiest things for me has been to keep from being tethered to the past, and to remain happy and at peace in the midst of the uncertainty of the future while at the same time treading the environment of change that is always part of my life. THE POWER OF NOW by Eckhart Tolle (New World Library) has been a great comfort and a wonderful source of inspiration to me. On an intellectual level, I know that the past and the future are not real, that they are just concepts, yet I still let those things dictate my behavior and flavor my personality. The Power of Now guides me into making "living for the moment" a way of being, not just an ideal.

As a spiritual being having this human experience, it seems vital that I should give my body at least as much attention as I give my spiritual growth and learning. After all, what good is it to be a wizard if I’m too weak to wave my wand around? BODY-FOR-LIFE by Bill Phillips (Harper Collins) changed my relationship with my body. It helped me to discover the hero inside, the one that I believe lives in each of us.

Life, like any good drama, would not be complete without conflict. One of my perennial questions has been about how to deal with conflict without fighting. THE ART OF WAR (The Denma Translation Group, published by Shambhala), is an ancient text that I am now studying. Almost every time I pick it up – even though I’m reading it in small doses – I am amazed at the wisdom and truth it brings to me across more than 2000 years.

The books I’ve read have taught me that if I am powerful enough I can take on the world, but if I’m wise enough, I won’t ever have to.

Julie S. McKown is a new friend found via the magic of the universe. I am delighted to have her contribution to share with you for Celebrating the Written Word - 2003 ! Like everyone participating in this issue, Julie is multi-talented, perceptive, spiritual, life-enhancing, creative, and more! She has many facets. She is a recording artist. A writer. An actor. A perceiver. And more! She has "her story", "her insights", her "her" which can benefit you, others... all. Visit Julie at http://www.TakingTheStairs.com to say, "Hi!" and learn more! about Julie S. McKown. 

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*WIT, CHARM, & BOOKS*

...what I read                        GEORGIA NICOLS

One of my Bibles is A Pattern Language by Christopher Alexander(Oxford University Press) - but it is expensive $105 Cdn. (ouch)

It is an intelligent, warm-hearted study of how humans relate to "man-made" structures. Forgive the phrase - I've seen women who can nail things to the wall too. (especially men) I recommend this to anyone considering building a home or renovating where they live etc. It is a lovely read and is laid out like a dictionary - sort of - and you can open it to any page and quickly read about a certain aspect: Entry ways - Thick walls - Connection to the Earth - or the Sheltering Roof. I believe that if you arrange your living quarters with some of the thoughts of this book in mind - you will have a more comfortable, functional, happy home.

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The Art of Happiness by Howard C. Cutler is excellent. It has a photo of the Dalai Lama on the cover and a lot of people (including book store owners) think he wrote it. He didn’t. The author is an American psychiatrist who thought he would interview the Dalai Lama for some quick tips on how to be happy. Years and mucho interviews later, he came up with this book, which is helpful, instructive, thought provoking and enjoyable. I highly recommend it. (It is one of the two books I have mentioned in my columns.)

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The other book I mentioned in a daily column is An Incomplete Education by Judy Jones and William Wilson . I actually called it An Unfinished Education – duh - and had people phoning different newspapers saying they couldn’t find it. (Me bad.) It is a sophisticated, tongue-in-cheek quickie overview to practically everything. (Indispensable to people with Gemini in their chart.)

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Naked by David Sedaris is the funniest book I ever read. But raunchy. (a warning)

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But I think my all time fiction fav is A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth. Because this is the longest book written in the English language you have to do bicep curls before you begin. (But then you can boast that you’ve read the longest book in the English language – a major perk.)

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How to Meditate (boring title) by Kathleen McDonald is a wonderful book of Buddhist thought for beginners and advanced students alike. It also has a long chapter in the middle about how to deal with negativity – anger, depression etc. Very practical. Very wise.

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Do not let me mislead you because I also read brain candy – plot driven stuff about CIA spies shuttling back and forth between Moscow, Langley and Paris. Ya know? (For eg. I read all of Len Deightons’ stuff because he has humour.) I like Scott Turow. (His One L – the story of his first year at Harvard Law School is good – as are all his books although I haven’t got my hands on his latest – Reversible Errors.)

That’s a start – my home is filled with books – but in truth, I am a big movie buff. However, I have long since learned that you can never judge a book by its movie.

Thanks, Georgia. Georgia is my favorite horoscope generator lady! She amazes me. She makes me smile. She makes me ponder. She has wit and wisdom. She has insight. All generously sprinkled in the word-mix of the horoscopes she creates for her millions of readers in magazines and newspapers. Her work brings joy, knowledge, and a friendly ethereal quality to my daily life. Please visit Georgia at her web site and say, "Hi!":  www.georgianicols.co .

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Highly valued friend, Michael Owen, has a fine, new book. Michael and I were activity partners at our mutually attended, Martin Prechtel writing workshop last winter in Ojo Caliente, New Mexico. Michael  is a Jungian psychologist with an active practice in New Zealand where he lives with his partner, Therese. They travel, lead workshops, heal and heal others. JUNG and  the NATIVE AMERICAN MOON CYCLES delves into the mysteries of Jung's life and philosophy, showing how these have a marvelous synchronicity with Native American moon cycles. Michael provides many insights into Jung's personal evolution along with very useful commentary applicable to us, today, and our need for healing. Our need for awareness. Our need for remembering. Our need for seeing the dark, so we can truly see the light. Our need for acknowledgement of all parts of ourselves that we may become whole.

   My copy is profusely underlined. Many passages leapt out at me in their clear, message driven, healing capability. These two stood out:

    "As we move through our lives, we come closer to knowing, creating, and living the unknowable fiction of who we truly are. This is the place where we live our Medicine, or what heals the collective and ourselves. It is the place Jung called the Self, the organizing core of the personality. The closer we move to the Self -- particularly in the second half of life when less is more -- we grow by shedding, exfoliating, sloughing off, and stripping away what is superfluous, so what is at the center can be more clearly seen. This center is the God/Goddess-image within, the dream-maker. If we are out of balance, unconscious, then the Self will nudge us in the Asleep Dream or Awake Dream. If we have forgotten the image and language of the dream, if we do not dream our own Dream, then the Dream of the People and the Dream of the Planet dies...... sooner or later we pay for the offense of not being known to ourselves.  "

and, so vital for today's sensibilities

"Many proponents of New Age spirituality disavow the existence of shadow, resulting in the rest of us having to carry what they disown. too much love and light has estranged the New Age from darkness and it has become overly familiar with spirit without the proper introductions. What Jung wrote in 1945 is still true today: "one does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. "The latter procedure, however, is disagreeable, and therefore not popular"."

   Your own words, Michael, are profound in quote number one. In quote number two, you provide an awareness alerting the reader of the necessary requisite for seeing the darkness. For without this, how are we to grieve. And without grief, how are we to heal?

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bringing her psychic talents, skills, know-how, teachings, and accessibility to the world through her writing, web site, Psychic University, and public appearances.

For bringing your own psychic abilities into your life you will find Sonia's books exceptionally useful, accessible, and workable.

Key previous books by Sonia are: 

* PSYCHIC PATHWAY

* TRUE BALANCE

* YOUR HEART'S DESIRE

Sonia has a new book out DIARY OF A PSYCHIC. Do give her web site: www.soniachoquette.com some time and attention, if these areas interest you.

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THE WRITTEN WORDS I CELEBRATE

The phrase, "celebrating the written word," makes me think of Walt Whitman. No poet, no writer, ever celebrated life and turned that life into the written word more robustly than Whitman did. Whitman celebrated not the life of the body, nor of the soul encased and trapped in the body,

"I have said the soul is not more than the body.

"I have said the body is not more than the soul."

but the soul reveling in the rich, sensory adventures of the physical world as it journeys onward, ever onward.

This is not a soul blackened by sin, cringing and cowering in fear of not being "saved." It is the Crown Prince of the Universe, for which the very Universe was made, master of its own destiny.

"I think I could stop here myself and do miracles…..

"From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,

"Going where I list, my own master total and absolute…

And while he sings his song of himself, Whitman sings for all of us, calling to us to be greater than we ever dreamed we could be.

"Long enough have you dreamed contemptible dreams,

"Now I wash the gum from your eyes,

"Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,

"Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,

Ah, Whitman! How much poorer the world would be without him. How much poorer I would be had I never read him! In my darkest moments, when I’ve fallen into the most gosh awful funk, if I just open my LEAVES OF GRASS, on ANY page, and start to read, my spirits will start to soar. And then I "see nothing anywhere but what I may reach it and pass it, look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for me…."

Has anybody written better words to celebrate?

Sandy Phillips is a writer, editor, and artist out of Fairfield, Texas. 

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Martín Prechtel

Martín Prechtel is a Mayan-trained shaman. A writer. A musician. A man who has an innate respect for nature in all its forms and manifestations. Including the spiritual. All. He grieves. He rejoices. He celebrates. And..., he has an uncanny, unique, engaging style and gift of expression. For anyone interested in spiritual life, shamanism, the natural  world, the indigenous soul, or Mayan philosophy from a man who IS it, LIVES IT, TEACHES IT, & CELEBRATES IT... then buy and read his books:

    SECRETS OF THE TALKING JAGUAR -- Memoirs from the living heart of a Mayan village (J.P. Tarcher/Putnam, 1998).

    LONG LIFE, HONEY IN THE HEART -- The story of initiation and eloquence from the shores of a Mayan lake ( J.P. Tarcher/Putnam, 1999).

    THE DISOBEDIENCE OF THE DAUGHTER OF THE SUN -- Ecstasy and Time (Yellow moon Press, 2001).

    THE TOE BONE AND THE TOOTH -- An ancient Mayan story relived in modern times: leaving home to come home (Thorsons, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers 2002).

All by Martín.  And..., do take a little cyber trip and visit Martín at his web site: www.floweringmountain.com 

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There is an extraordinary book, a little book with big implications, big messages, and BIG PICTURE framing called THE DRAMA OF THE GIFTED CHILD -- The Search for the True Self  ( Perennial. Harper-Collins) by Alice Miller. The book has been around for a long time. And, it will continue to be around  for a long time. If childhood trauma, its effects on growth and adulthood interest you in any way, this is the book to read. Slowly. Many times. Over and over. And, this is the book to share with the less-enlightened. Slowly. Many times. Over and over. In my view, it is one of the most important books published in the Twentieth Century. Its teachings, insights, and value will transcend all of time. This book will be read, learned from, and positively influence the development of humankind, always. Read it. Heed it. Pay attention to what it triggers in you. It is all in the framing of the BIG PICTURE. It is all in using a brush with bristles that touch both inside and outside the frame. 

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A new novel by longtime pal, Judith Ennamorato. 

Here is a brief synopsis created from the publisher's pre-release material:

BLOOD SKY is a powerful story of love, betrayal, and triumph. During a Mohawk raid on New France's  Ville Marie a French infant is kidnapped. She comes to be known as Corn Child .Corn Child is raised  twin-like to Blood Sky. Jealousy rules. Witchcraft and black magic forbidden by Mohawks, become Corn Child's weapons. Against this backdrop, Corn Child commits the ultimate act of revenge on Blood Sky. The author, Judith Ennamorato, is of Mohawk heritage. Mohawk culture and rituals are depicted accurately. This is Judith Ennamorato's first novel. She is also author of Author of INTUITION SUCCESS STRATEGIES and SING THE BRAVE SONG. SING THE BRAVE SONG is an in depth exploration of the residential school system and its impact on Canadian Native People. The release date for BLOOD SKY is Fall 2003. Congratulations, Judith!

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VOICES IN THE DESERT-- An anthology of Arabic-Canadian Women Writers. Edited by Elizabeth Dahab. Exiles: internal and external. Reconciles: internal and external. Voices. Pain. Joy. Ecstasy. Adventure. Stories of truth and imagination bordering on reality. These are stories touching tips of truth found, sometimes, only in story or the storytelling, regardless of source or pen.

RED PROMISES by Halli Villegas. There is an honesty in this poetry of Halli's that I like. That refreshes me, the reader, the listener. To read poetry, you have to be able to listen to the words, the space between the words, and to the heart of the poet. In the end, it is the heart of the poet that you connect with. Or don't. The rest is semantic. Academic. I am glad to have met this poetry, to have listened to the words and the space between the words in my reading. I am glad to have met the heart of this poet through her writing.

____________"KARI'S KORNER"___________

 Kari is  a writer, a thinker and a profound individual in the true sense of the word. 

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for: 

* the publication of his play PIGEONS in EXILE - THE LITERARY QUARTERLY, Volume 27, Number 1

* the display as a guest writer of his poetry collection THE GOOSE DANCE POEMS @ Anne Marcus.

* for singing and performing his music before, between, and after the stories at the  at the Dufferin County Museum on April 19, 2003 for the Dufferin County Storytellers Group.

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Barry Callaghan's:

        HOGG THE SEVEN LAST WORDS

    Reviewed  by  Frank Westcott

The painter paints. The writer writes. The poet, when he is good,
paints with his words drawing you into his work. The pallet is experience,
the oils, words evoking our imagination's canvas. Barry Callaghan in HOGG THE SEVEN LAST WORDS, brings his poet's brush to Hogg's landscape of 20th Century, Russia.

I ask this poet, "Is the true profundity in what is not said? In the brush not
applied? Is it in the silences and gaps that we find the soul of the poet? Do we find the soul of Hogg—in what Barry Callaghan has left unsaid, framed by what he has written in Hogg, the Last Seven Words?"

These are poems of the existential word-painting:

Stones lose their wings
and lie
in common ground,
wear a crown of earth.

[ Fathers& Sons ; Page 76; lines 1-4 ]

Poetry that is brilliant:

 ...whipping stalls stood empty,
 only the stain remained
 as men ladling stars
 from root cellars
 saw aureolas appear
 around their eyes, a promise of rain,

 [ Wishboned ; Page 58; lines 7-12 ]

Hogg, the Last Seven Words is poetry of war, and death, and love, and
hate— a song with no audible middle, no chorus, beginnings and endings. Yet, Callaghan draws you into a middle, invisible to the eye, but seen by
the ear.

These are poems of love the hard way:

"When you undo my blouse you undo my bones,
like a king who sucks the toes
of his slaves,
you feed me your own hunger."

[ Hunger ; Page 79 ; lines 14 - 17 ]

And these are poems that are like an ebullition:

"...and promised love lasts longer
 in the salt of unshed tears."

[ Her Mother ; Page 67 ; lines 19-20 ]

And this is poetry of unusual joy-visions:

... he twirled his moustache,
brushed a sapphire bloom of snow
from the sleeve
of a prince orphaned by war
and said "Here is happiness,
a little ice on the wind."

[ At the Winter Palace ; Page 72 ; lines 10-15 ]

My favorite: Shearing where God, sheep, and counting sheep, white, and
black come together. But in the counting and in the reading I find also
the poetry of desperation:

" ...love is a silent prayer
sung for the living
by the dead."

[ At Dostoievsky's Grave ; Page 111 ; lines 14-16 ]

This is poetry of power:

Hogg held the boy up to the sun
but he swung his legs
and arms
and
screamed,
shielding his eyes

[ Sun Dance ; Page 14 ; 15-20 ]

And, in the space between spaces, in these poems, you will find images
of the strange redemption found in brutality. Russia. Leningrad. The
Twentieth Century. Profundity. Emotional depths as in the poem "The Maiming" bring it all to an end in that space between spaces where :

..scar tissue in his eyes
"Dreams, never names, are lost at sea."

 [ The Astoria Hotel ; Page 15 ; lines 7-8 ] .

And finally, this is poetry of introspection where truth is found in
the lie:

She offered her body bare
for his blessing.
No regrets.
They denied duplicity
by giving
each other
the lie:
I'll love you till I die.

[ As Time Goes By ; Page 17 ; lines 4-11 ]

Callaghan paints with the brush of the true poet, endowing each brush
stroke with sound, and movement, and stillness all at once—like music. Callaghan's song is heard against the invisible where:

...dark is closing in, it will be light opening
up at the seams.

[ Sleepwalker ; Page 19 ; Lines 16-17 ]

Barry Callaghan is a poet who sings the note between the notes and
plays where the black notes strike the fingers on the cusp of a minor key.

This poet writes freely, with image finite and clear:

...a footloose gaiety just
like Godiva's dance of ankle bells
up the stairs in Leningrad,
O Godiva, goodbye, I'd forgotten,
even when I can't breathe I want to live...

[ Osip Mandelstam Moves His Lips ; Page 29 ; lines 16-20 ] .

This review of HOGG THE LAST SEVEN WORDS was first published by Books in Canada in their Winter Issue 2002. I use it here with permission of Olga Stein, Editor, Books in Canada. Thank you, Olga. Barry Callaghan is a poet, novelist, journalist, man about town, literary raconteur, and writer of a delightful, telling memoir BARRELHOUSE KINGS. I quote from an earlier, worth repeating  CELEBRATING THE WRITTEN WORD ! :

     " THE BARRELHOUSE KING - BARRY CALLAGHAN!!! Yoh! Barry! Thank you! Yep!!! BIG-TIME BARREL-HUGGIN' THANK YOU for this memoir about you and your father, Morley Callaghan. Ladies and gentlemen: BARRELHOUSE KINGS (McArthur & Company, 1998)!!! It is no secret I think Morley was one of the finest writers of the century. Clean in style... Clean... as in seamless. Full as in a blooming rose when the sun is up and high... or... full as the sound of a horn blown over a thick city street of an early morn... That's horn... as in sax... and as in sex... the drive that propels so much of the city.... that town that don't heal... yet one that fostered two writers who can walk in the mist... and still be standing when the last punch has been thrown... and the mist clears... And one can see you and Morley standin' side-by-side, smilin'... Yes... folks... this is one of the best, most intimate, most telling memoirs related to a great writer ever done. It reads like a good novel. And Barry uses his novelist's ear for dialogue and getting the scene write, right, in the telling. And he uses his poet's ear... the one that hears the horn play loud and soft and through the mists of time, wailing and chanting behind, and under, and up-and-over a blues progression.... And he hears this where there is no horn playing... And too... Yes... This... Yes...! Barry uses this poet's ear that can hear beyond... to give his memoir BARRELHOUSE KINGS the essence of the song, the power of the sax's wail, and the juice that makes lovers dance in the dew of the rose. Barry, you have brought tears to my eyes, passion to my lips in song, and joy to my heart with this one. You... brought it all home, to me... this story of you, Barry and Morley Callaghan.... With a wink, a high outside-the-melody chord, and a smile white where there is black, also, I say, "THE #1 GOLD NIB" of this (that) writing goes to YOU! THE BARRELHOUSE KING - BARRY CALLAGHAN! "  

Those were my once-upon-a-time thoughts on Barry's BARRELHOUSE KINGS. If you haven't..., read both BARRELHOUSE KINGS and HOGG THE LAST SEVEN WORDS. 

Always that melodic chord from the unseen!

All good to you, Barry.

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  THE COMPLETE STORIES  -- MORLEY CALLAGHAN

Volumes 1, 2, 3

&

THE NEW YORKER STORIES by Morley Callaghan

Yes, I am a fan. I have been a fan of Morley Callaghan's writing since I was a boy. Morley's stories have stayed with me on into adulthood. I read his novels, a memoir, and many, many more of his stories in my twenties and early thirties. I still read him today. I am 53 at this writing. Morley never fails to amaze me. He gets me from beginning to end so smoothly, with barely a whisper of apparent effort. He was simply a mega-talent. Regardless of subject matter, it is and is for me, the writing that matters. And in Morley Callaghan's work and these volumes of his stories you will find writing that matters... because it is a matter of the writing. 

My congratulations to Barry Callaghan and family for having the foresight to keep this work alive. 

To find out more about these special editions contact Morley's grandson: artist and publisher of  Exile - The Literary Quarterly, Michael Callaghan. You can reach Michael via:  www.exilequarterly.com  .

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My Own Backyard

...from Harry's companion, Cindy Stone

Every now and again I read a book that significantly impacts upon my life. The latest being, JACOBS LADDER by Alan Morini. Alan Morini is a Rhodes Scholar who spent much of his adult life studying and practicing the religions of the Far East searching for a way to express his spirituality outside of the religion he was born into, Judaism. In his frequent travels to the east and studies of meditation, spirituality and philosophy he had heard of many esoteric religious sects and one in particular kept surfacing. It was an ancient Jewish tradition called Mussar originating in Eastern Europe that seemingly became extinct after the Holocaust.

As any great scholar, Morini persisted at finding out more about this little known tradition and discovered one of the last surviving Eastern European Rabbi’s living and teaching the tradition of Mussar in a small neighbourhood in New York. Morini went to live with that Rabbi and his book, CLIMBING JACOBS LADDER is the inspiring tale of what he learned and lived during that year. The book is a warm, inviting and sparkling account of the journey into the spiritual depths of a sect of Morini’s own religion that he had not known existed. The Mussar tradition is rich with spirituality, meditation and a living way of life that we most often associate with Eastern religions. Morini was brought back to his own religion, albeit a different tradition from within, but found himself a home in his own "backyard." It reminds me of the parable of the simple Paulo Chaelo story, THE ALCHEMIST.

Books have long been a source of inspiration for me, a significant element in my life, teaching me, entertaining me, enlightening me, nourishing me, and moving me. Each decade has brought me new books that have impacted me in profound ways. Even the books I read in childhood remain with me and continue to influence my life. The first book that inspired me to become a writer because of the emotional impact it had upon me was THE SECRET GARDEN. Recently I moved into my new home and its tall, walled property covered in ivy like thousands of huge, green hands reaching up in prayer to the sun reminds me of that book. The side door is camouflaged as a living wall, the latch barely noticeable to a passerby. Each time I walk through that door, I walk through the story of THE SECRET GARDEN and I am reminded about the power of story.

When our minds are open to being touched by something significant then something significant occurs. That is the power of reading and the power of stories told and retold in countless forms. Each story speaks to us in its own language and touches us in its own particular way. I would be hard-pressed to choose my favourite book of all time. There are so many that I love and so many that I have yet to read. Excuse me while I retire to my own backyard and begin yet another story…

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Ah... my friend, Cindy

 Yes

 She writes

 From the heart,

 Here...

 and 

It is that, that I love about her

When her heart shows and she smiles inwardly

Sometimes where you can't see

Yet you know

She is smiling there... 

and 

then 

sometimes 

when you see her smile

 outwardly 

you know it is that you knew in her when you weren't sure 

what you were seeing... 

Thank you, Cindy, for your words here. As you readers already know from this issue, Cindy is a writer, a psychotherapist, and a gifted woman. You can find out more about her or contact her yourself via www.incidentalguru.com  .  _____________________________________________________________*

Read well. Read long. Or short. But read. To do so, to be able to do so, places you among the lucky... do not dishonor your luck...

May your feet remain on the ground,  if you are standing. May rain always be wet when it is water. And when snow falls, may the Earth rise to meet it and ease its journey. Oh... wish we were all snow! 

Only the best,

Instead of critical analysis, my friends and I write a celebration of the written word. We take this approach because, in our view, this is what writing is all about. Besides, we like to write about new or old books and scripts by our friends and colleagues on this journey . To us, these ARE cause for celebration!

 Celebrating the Written Word! is protected by copyright. It can be downloaded or printed out for personal use. Should any publication or reproduction medium have an interest in publishing, distributing, or selling this issue please contact me to discuss rights' purchase details.

CLICK TO: CONTACT FRANK WESTCOTT

Copyright by Frank Westcott, 2005. www.frankwestcott.com . All Rights Reserved. 

Swim with the current when swimming with the current. But, this is a futile thing when swimming your own way, if this be not with the current. Find a place in the world where the waters flow your way, and you will find soul-alignment. Find soul-alignment, and you will find the waters of the world flow your way no matter where in the world you are. Now, if I could just find my glasses!

And...

Remember..., if you can't read..., write... You might surprise yourself !