The Light and The Sound yearn for one another over tens of thousands of centuries. Journeying through passion, union, and separation, they ultimately change into new modes of personal existence. Many people find awakening in odd situations, painful predicaments, and lives far from Ashrams. Dr. Laurie Moore has lived in the world as well as the Ashram. She has a unique perspective as expressed through her many endearing characters.. FTR Laurie Moore is not Lorrie Moore. They have unique styles of fiction writing. Laurie has received email asking if that was her referred to on Portlandia. We don't know since there are two book writers with the name Dr. Laurie Moore's characters are quirky yet very full and lovable. The novella in this book (title story) made it to the final read in a well known annual fiction writing contest. Can you guess which one? Or email the office (Laurie@DrLaurieMoore.com and one of the staff will let you know.) Laurie won her first honorable mention for a national writing contest when she was in high school. She stepped away from writing fiction for many years to write songs but circled back around in 2011. More on the book now: Beau, the archer, seeks her focus through a target. She finds love through grace. Dong Sun Je, a Buddhist who becomes a Christian minister, intends to give care. Unexpectedly ostracized for his strong feelings toward a reformed prostitute, he finds himself abandoned. In facing this abandonment with full heart, he melts into the love of Divine Mother in all life. Laurie Alison Moore spins stories out of a mysterious love. There poetic stories make you laugh, cry, and see life in a fresh new way. Listen to the moonlight's silent mantra. Smell the honeysuckle's kind welcome. Drink in the morning's delicious winds. Heal the ache a cold night leaves with the soul. Cuddle up in a rose velvet blanket. Come home to your full heart. When I When I gazed into forest-speckled eyes of this world's Creator A hundred species of birds flew out of my chest. As these emerald green, azure blue, and longing yellow facets of myself danced, sang, chirped, and landed on many white branches of a young persimmon tree outside my aging house window, I fell into you. Laurie Alison Moore www.animiracles.com www.counselingscottsvalley.us