Experience is 9/10 of Love
Standing in a geranium field, smelling the dark soil fertilized by rabbit poop, is different from reading about the healing properties of geraniums. Walking beside a woman in a refugee camp holding a rag over her baby’s face because so much dust rises from the dry, red dirt is different from imagining how hard it is for moms in camps.
The senses of the beholder transform information into compassionate experiences that are holy.
The experiences of the practically divine shared in this book come from love stories I have picked up, like sacred breadcrumbs, in which divine love can be seen, tasted, and smelled right in the midst of extraordinarily ordinary—and sometimes extraordinarily horrific—days.