Caroline Fairless writes: Where are the miracles of a child born not in a stable, but maybe at home, in warm water, with a doula (midwife) and family as witnesses? Or the miracle of a child born in an urban clinic where the people who serve do so out of compassion and empathy and with very little money? Where is the miracle of thunder and lightning and wind and rain? The miracle of a barred owl hunting for his supper, the miracle of a colt being born, of milk coming from a cow? Where is the miracle of simply waking up to a new day? What do we know of the miracle of a child not being shot today? Bayo Akomolafe writes: This book is a prayer. A meeting between Caroline and those of us recovering from our estranging devotion to disembodiment, and God. She hardly appeals to him to answer questions of his existence; instead, she begs him to let go.This love affair isn't working. -- Dr. Bayo Akomolafe, Poet, Philosopher, Psychologist, Professor. This brave and important book is timely; in fact, it is URGENT that Caroline Fairless' message comes to us now. And it is the missing piece for me. Sally Z. Hare Coastal Carolina University Singleton Endowed Professor Emerita and president, still learning, inc.