What Is Beyond Your Greatest Sorrow? Losing his parents when he was nineteen, Douglas now lives in the place of his sorrows: the house he'd lived in as a kid, his parents gone and his dreams broken. It's not all blight; not all darkness. He has his dogs, and his roommates, and a job, and he enjoys riding his bicycle, fast, through the streets of San Francisco. There is loss, there is grief, there are ways in which you wish life was different, but you go on, and you come to terms with things, and you still have good times. A beauty arises in the midst of your sorrows, you start to think that in the place of your sorrows, there is this, just an easy going life, a day to day existence, which is nice, and which you enjoy. But then life brings you, another twist. Riding fast to work, Douglas McAllister swerves to avoid a young kid, and ends up directly in front of a truck. A flash of light, that crumpling sound, the crinkling of breaking glass, his body on the hood of the truck, that was his body smashing into the truck, and then he was flying through the air, flying and flying and flying, towards another black unknown of a future. When Douglas awakes, he's in a hospital and everything about his world has changed. An exploration of loss, grief, and healing, the adventure which Douglas embarks upon will lead him to connection, redemption, spiritual transcendence, and the discovery of an all-pervasive love which is like a warm golden light permeating all things. Unexpected in its twists and turns, a story which is both heartfelt and inspiring, and extraordinary and beautiful, "In The Place Of My Sorrows" will show you the secret beauty which resides at the heart of all of life.
About the Author: I write because of the fragility of our existence. I write because it's my answer to impermanence. I write because it helps me stay connected to my heart. I write because we're all different, and so much the same. I write because the world needs more tenderness. I write because I'm tired of secrets. I write because it's my path to redemption. I write because I've forsaken those that I love. I write because I want to know myself. I write because I want to know you. I write because I'm drawn towards things I shouldn't do. I write because every flower is meant to bloom. I write because life is full of paradoxes. I write because I've had to leave friends behind. I write because it's my form of prayer. I write because, when I write, I lose track of time. I write because I've walked dark streets looking for love. I write because of the way the sublime slips away from words. I write because of the twice shy part of once burned. I write because it helps me learn. I write because there are plenty of people who have written, famous well-published people, literary figures, literary giants, and I didn't like what they wrote. I write because I'm always telling myself stories anyhow. I write because I don't know all of the reasons I write. I write for you. I write. I write. I write.