Letters for Emily

I had little or no intention of sending this word ship on any world voyage from the outset. The initial writing is based solely on a rekindled fire set forth by my troubled young daughter's unexpected return. The only real purpose from the beginning of these funny taciturn and often scintillating wordplays. Was to lift her spirits and help me to reconnect with a child I had never really known. Somewhere along this path, this collection of stories and letters took on a life of their own. Excerpt from Stone bluff Freddy; The kaleidoscope abandoned on the ground. Father and son silhouetted against the dusky gray of the old barn. The slap of ball in mitt. The buzzing of uninterested honey bee's, offset by the gentle gurgle of the nearby creek. The minute's counted the hours that gave way to clock face shadows. When pulled from the deep waters of light and quiet lucidity- two words; Suppertime! I genuinely believe this book could forever change those brave souls willing to take the journey. This statement may seem an emphatic assertion. But since I was transformed during the living of it and yet again during the relating of it. How could I wish anything less for my fellow sojourner? Soul illumination always comes with a price. So I pray an excellent blood soaking of the fertile ground of your imagination. May it then bring forth a bumper crop of light laughter and spirit dancing courage to jump you over the flames of all life's sorrow and madness, leaving you safe in the arms of truth. So profound and unwavering. You can almost taste the hot chocolate on that first Christmas morning of your nine-year-old self. Letter's For Emily By D. F. Williams I had little or no intention of sending this word ship on any world voyage from the outset. The initial writing is based solely on a rekindled fire set forth by my troubled young daughter's unexpected return. The only real purpose from the beginning of these funny taciturn and often scintillating wordplays. Was to lift her spirits and help me to reconnect with a child I had never really known. Somewhere along this path, this collection of stories and letters took on a life of their own. Excerpt from Stone bluff Freddy; The kaleidoscope abandoned on the ground. Father and son silhouetted against the dusky gray of the old barn. The slap of ball in mitt. The buzzing of uninterested honey bee's, offset by the gentle gurgle of the nearby creek. The minute's counted the hours that gave way to clock face shadows. When pulled from the deep waters of light and quiet lucidity- two words; Suppertime! I genuinely believe this book could forever change those brave souls willing to take the journey. This statement may seem an emphatic assertion. But since I was transformed during the living of it and yet again during the relating of it. How could I wish anything less for my fellow sojourner? Soul illumination always comes with a price. So I pray an excellent blood soaking of the fertile ground of your imagination. May it then bring forth a bumper crop of light laughter and spirit dancing courage to jump you over the flames of all life's sorrow and madness, leaving you safe in the arms of truth. So profound and unwavering. You can almost taste the hot chocolate on that first Christmas morning of your nine-year-old self.