GREETINGS FROM SOUTH AFRICA!
As the birds start twittering in the early dawn, I too wake up. Nowadays its around 4am - when the glow of a brand new day is only beginning to taint the horizon and the earth is still cool. There is so much to be grateful for and so much to be excited about which causes sleep to evade me. I want to rise and seize the day.
Holding the first proof copy of "MAXDOG", in my own hands yesterday, was somewhat an ethereal experience - like floating on a feathery, white cloud and being transported to another mystical world. It is pretty unbelievable.
I have picked up so many books in book-stores during my life, but have never quite (until this moment) appreciated the work that the author must have put in to create an opportunity for me to engage with his/her story (or not). I've always taken this privilege for granted - books and the opportunity to read them - and never given it a second thought. ...until now...having finally written my own.
When I held MAXDOG for the first time yesterday, it felt like I was holding delicate glass. Yet somehow, the cover melted into my hand and I ran my palm over its smooth exterior. It almost felt edible. I held my breath, took a moment to absorb its full glory and then, for the first time, ventured to open it...carefully. Strangely, the first words that hit my eyes felt so new for me - like I was reading them for the first time - and I took a moment to savour what they really meant:
12 March 2000 - 24 May 2010
Only ten short years!
...but it has taken me two long years to pay adequate tribute to how those ten years affected my life...?
I breathe a sigh of gratitude at the opportunity of finally being able to share Max and my story with the world. What an incredible privilege...
Sending all my love to my family, my friends, supporters, prayer-partners and "fur-buddies" from around the world. Your faithfulness has never waivered...and I am so, so grateful!.