Letters to Lilith . . . for the Flowering Month of May
Between Bear Mountain and Jerusalem, between rain-soaked cedars and olive branches silvering before a storm, two women begin a correspondence that becomes far more than letters alone. Writing by candlelight from the Fraser Valley and from stone courtyards beneath desert skies, Emily and Lilith explore poetry, prophecy, rootedness, and what it means to remain fully human in a fragmented world. Beneath every page runs the low, continuous...