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At the end of 2020, in the midst of the hysteria over a mysterious infection, I released a little publication called Gladness is Infectious: A Book of Celebrations. On the cover I put a photo of my smiling golden retriever, Willow the Best Dog There Is™. Then I set the book aside and started working on the next one.
I picked up Gladness is Infectious the other day and have been renewed. It seems to be a book for any season of unhappiness or discouragement or uncertainty.
More than I realized at the time, this book is a fulfillment of my objectives to encourage, enlighten, and/or entertain. I am always reticent to blow my own horn, but if my own words lift me up, maybe I should shine a light on them.
The opening words of the book are:
“Sometimes, when you’re feeling down, the most obvious thing to do escapes you: Look up.
“There is so much sky there. And the Master Painter has produced so many masterpieces in every direction …”
I surprised myself, six years later, to discover that my “Book of Celebrations” is exactly what I declared it to be.
