My deepest apologies Carolyn for not responding to your question. Believe me, technical glitches left me with no email in my box. Returning many weeks later to read the Begganing, there I saw your comment. Speaking of The Beganning… was it a misspelling? No, not a misspelling, but a momentary inspiration. A new beginning seemed such a worn-out commonplace phrase, but then the inspiration hit me. The Begganing was a surreal fairytale land where wishful dreams could become real possibilities. My sincere hopes of being heard, conceiving of a world that was built on hope, peace and love for suffering children… The Begganing became another world where wishes can be heard and come true. It was nonsensical, but then again trying to have an abuser listen to reason didn’t seem real either. So, distinctly not a misspelling. Perhaps at this late date I shouldn’t have written back, but I felt bad.

Jesse

Thank you for commenting Jack. It is good to know my words are received in a way that prompts one to think. I am human. I am sorry I had to analyze and dissect life as I do, mining the ore as you say. “have returned to read it – or parts of it – again and again.” Those words hit home for me. Thanks again for sharing that with me. You’ve helped to brighten my day.

Gotta love that eyeball for The Beganning. Praise the editor for that.

Jesse

> In a world of not knowing the answers, it is love that fixes it all; just simply, love. Love is home, and if there is no love then home is prison.

To me, these two sentences capture Life. Or, perhaps more exactly for many of us reading this, these lines capture something that falls far short of Life: mere existence.

Thank you for mining your heart and bringing us the precious ore.