I met a new friend, Ross, at the Colorado Christian Writer’s Conference. I can call him a friend because he shared his current writing with me—the first chapter of his new novel. Writers won’t typically do this unless we feel safe. To share our work means we have to be vulnerable and brave. What will he or she do with my words in their hands?
Ross gave me a copy of one of his books, Squire & Daniel, A story about losing your best friend. The moment I saw the two donkeys on the cover, it reminded me of my Siberian Husky, Hanah. Hanah, was in love with our neighbor’s donkey. When we took our morning walks, she would swaddle her cute little self over to see her donkey friend—I think that’s how she got her nickname, Siberian Hussy. She would greet him at the fence and they would touch noses as if to kiss. Hanah was in love. When we moved from our Franktown home she had to leave her beloved donkey.
Ross’ book was inspired by the loss of someone dear to him. At first, I had a difficult time turning the pages. My heart was saddened thinking of Hanah and losing her. I pushed through and continued to read. A good book tugs at the heart strings. As I leaned into sorrow, the story showed me something more powerful than loss. Just above the horizon of grief, emerged radiance of happy memories of that silly little dog. Days with Hanah that warmed my heart, outweighed losing her. And my heart smiled.
I love being around authors, good books, and inspiration.This morning Ross’ book reminds me of the Alfred Lord Tennyson Poem in Memoriam: 27, 1850:
I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Thank you, raw spoon for reminding me of this.