Hmmm... Judging from the comments on yesterday's post, I'm not sure I communicated my intention properly. Meeting B.H. was a good thing; he brought amazing gifts to my life. My book really is a love story--love for him, love for myself. The universe unfolds in divine order, as evidenced by my decision to venture out of my hotel room that night 10 years ago.
It's all good. No, it's amazing.