I love Alice Hoffman's work. She weaves a subtle and yet powerful magic into all of her books. I should know, because I've read every one of them.
Time travel and literally losing oneself in the pages of a book, just at the point in time when you feel your life slipping away, that you can't go on and you start to fill your pockets with stones beside that fast flowing river.
Just when you are convinced that you will never find love or that you will ever be loved, you find a book written by a well known author a century earlier....that is inscribed and dedicated to you. The book, the weave of the words, its entrancing language that pulls you back in time, until you find yourself standing naked and unashamed before that author, and you stare at him as though you have known him forever, as though you have traveled "west of the moon" to find him again.
The love that fills our yearning is always an eternal Love, and once you find this, whether with a man, a woman or an Angel, you will be sated and never have to look for love again. You are filled to the brim and everything become possible.
The dimensions between the worlds are illusory. Because we can't see, feel or see the Beloved, when you are united within your souls you know that you will never be pulled apart again. The demarcations we have placed on our lives and our souls come from a timid, frightened, religious people, afraid of ecstasy and passion, afraid to take a chance on..Love.
But Love, once found, bends all the rules, and you feel your lover reach out for you, through the years, or through the veils, and you know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are loved and that you do, in fact, love, and that sated, you rest in the arms of your Beloved, and one by one, remove the stones from your pockets, allowing only Air and Light to fill the spaces within you. As sunlight weaves a spell over both of you, and fills you with a fragrance that is tensible, and yet completely firm and unyielding.
Replete.
Time travel and literally losing oneself in the pages of a book, just at the point in time when you feel your life slipping away, that you can't go on and you start to fill your pockets with stones beside that fast flowing river.
Just when you are convinced that you will never find love or that you will ever be loved, you find a book written by a well known author a century earlier....that is inscribed and dedicated to you. The book, the weave of the words, its entrancing language that pulls you back in time, until you find yourself standing naked and unashamed before that author, and you stare at him as though you have known him forever, as though you have traveled "west of the moon" to find him again.
The love that fills our yearning is always an eternal Love, and once you find this, whether with a man, a woman or an Angel, you will be sated and never have to look for love again. You are filled to the brim and everything become possible.
The dimensions between the worlds are illusory. Because we can't see, feel or see the Beloved, when you are united within your souls you know that you will never be pulled apart again. The demarcations we have placed on our lives and our souls come from a timid, frightened, religious people, afraid of ecstasy and passion, afraid to take a chance on..Love.
But Love, once found, bends all the rules, and you feel your lover reach out for you, through the years, or through the veils, and you know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are loved and that you do, in fact, love, and that sated, you rest in the arms of your Beloved, and one by one, remove the stones from your pockets, allowing only Air and Light to fill the spaces within you. As sunlight weaves a spell over both of you, and fills you with a fragrance that is tensible, and yet completely firm and unyielding.
Replete.