“The human soul is hungry for beauty…We feel most alive in the presence of the Beautiful for it meets the needs of our soul. For a while the strains of struggle and endurance are relieved and our frailty is illuminated by a different light in which we come to glimpse behind the shudder of appearances to the sure form of things.” — John O’Donohue’s BEAUTY
After nine years of story-creating, I sometimes forget the power it has, for the reader and the writer. The hunger that writing feeds isn’t just to tell a tale but to create the kind of Beauty John talks about — one that can hold souls captive and relieve their suffering and illuminate their lives.
Is that too bold? Is it arrogance to believe one is capable of such things? Here, I agree with Donald Maass, Story Whisperer, who says…
“Fiction changes the world. It has before. It will again. Do not doubt it. There are too many examples that have worked in too many ways for this point to be in dispute….If you do not believe your fiction has that power, think again.”
I know it does. And so I go today to the word mines to excavate the heart and humanity I need to craft Beauty for this book. For there are people who need a glimpse of the sure form of things, not least of all me.