It’s been a tough week. I think it’s been my hardest week ever at my job. My little family is going through yet another change as we transition to life in the summer with mom at work full time. Friends and family are all traveling on in their journeys as we travel on in ours and sometimes the roads don’t ever meet up again. And my big family is grieving with my dear sister-in-law’s family as they mourn the loss of her precious brother, who passed suddenly this week. How my heart aches for them in their pain.
But I’ve found a book I love so much, I’m going to tell you about it even before I finish reading it, which is something I’ve never done before. Because at this point, even if the ending is as horrific as The Lord of the Flies, it will STILL be the most achingly beautiful book I’ve ever read. It sustains me as I listen to it on my way to work each morning, sometimes with tears blurring my vision as the words of a wise old woman threaten to break my heart wide open. And when that happens, pieces of my heart will be spilled all over this city that I have come to call home. And I don’t know if I will still be able to tell you then how good this book is. So I tell you now, while I am still able. I believe I actually know Hannah Coulter. I believe that she is me and that she is my mother and my grandmother too. I do not believe for a second that she is a fictional character. I know her well. And I’m grateful for her story. It’s changing my life.
“The stream and the woods don’t care if you love them. The place doesn’t care if you love it. But for your own sake you had better love it. For the sake of all else you love, you had better love it.”
– Hannah Coulter