This book, this man has touched my heart in many different ways. Sympathy for the young boy he was, a five year old taken away from his native American family, a family he wouldn't see again for twenty years. A young man who didn't know what path to follow, a lost soul who would become addicted to drugs, alcohol, spend time on the street, and even go to jail.

Admiration, for with the help of some wonderful people, natives and others, who helped him overcome, find his true path, showed him the way back to his Indian past.

And finally awe, that this man who had experienced to much loss and sorrow, found a way to author some great books but also to look forward without bitterness. To learn to love the beauty in life, nature and express them so beautifully.

He died too early, but his words are a treasure he leaves, an execution inspiration for all who struggle.
There were so many quotable passages, and I'm so glad I own this book. I'll just quote one, among many that I found amazing.

"You have to really see the morning to come to believe in it. Not a dawn groggy with little sleep or a mind already busy with sorting through obligations or rushing about preparing for another hectic frenzy but a morning full of deep silence and an absolute clarity of perception. A dawn you observe around you, degree by degree." ( )

This is a gorgeous book, beautifully put together and well organized. It’s a collection of short pieces balanced with slightly longer columns. The tone is contemplative, measured, and resonant. It is a very grounding kind of book. Best read in small doses, to maximize the enjoyment, but you can also read it in one go, with care and time to pause and reflect on the writing. I would stop periodically just to shut the book and admire the deep blue cover and the vibrant orange endpapers. If you’re already a Wagamese fan, you need this book. I’m getting my own copy. ( )