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WORDS FROM FRIENDS

MY SPIRITUAL PATH OF DISCOVERY

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by
Beth Holloway Oer



One morning while I was on tour in Ohio, staying with my friend Shelley, she got a text message from her friend Beth, who lives in Germany but is originally from the US. Beth had seen an event Shelley posted about one of my upcoming readings and was intrigued by what the posting said about To Drink from the Silver Cup. She went online to try to order it, but at first it seemed she couldn’t get it in Germany, and she had messaged Shelley for suggestions. A few minutes later she reported success and also sent me a friend request. Later I got a message about how much healing had taken place through her reading of the book. In particular she mentioned my rewritten version of the Apostles Creed. As we exchanged thoughts and experiences, she mentioned Read More 

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TO DRINK FROM THE SILVER CUP

Ed's sign. Photo by Sonja Horoshko

BOOK TOUR JOURNAL 8
WHAT HAPPENED IN CORTEZ



What happened at my reading in Cortez, Colorado, was exactly what has happened at my other two readings: the people who needed to be there were the ones who showed up. But let me start at the Cortez beginning. The publicity was very good, netting me a print and a broadcast interview, although my press release did not make it into the one paper I’ve been told mattered most. On Saturday I drove up to the southern Colorado town with a friend from Shiprock—so great to have company as we wound through green mountain passes. Once there, we went out to dinner with two of our favorite artist friends, Sonja Horoshko and Ed Singer. Afterwards we strolled a few doors down to the San Juan Coffee Company, where Ed redid the street board as shown in the photo. Sonja helped me set up. I started the reading Southwest Time, known by other names, such as mañana. In other words, it was a tad late because I waited, in case more than five folks plus the owner might show. In the meantime, I finished a conversation with a prison-system nurse about the book and about a prisoner she thought might need to read it.

No one else came. It turned out that the folks who helped organize the event had forgotten that a countywide beer fest Read More 
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