Esther de Waal is no stranger to me. I've enjoyed reading at least four of her previous works. In 1991 I also had the pleasure of meeting her & conversing with her at some length at the Abbey of New Clairvaux in Vina, CA. At that time, Ms. de Waal was in her sixties & I, in my 50's (we're 7 years apart in age). Now we are, respectively, 92 and 85.
This is a beautful, thoughtful, helpful & "poetical" book. The author is an exceedingly loving & gentle person, and she exudes this trait in her writing. Above all, she has an admirably rock-strong personal faith. As a historian, her book is full of reminders & quotes on an encyclopedic number of places, events, and other writers and notable people. Using a small white stone (thus, the title) which she picked up from a brook in Herfordshire, an object she has carried with her through her final move from her Welsh cottage in the area of the Welsh Marches, & now in her new residence in Oxford. One of its many meanings for her is that of change & aging.
Ms. de Waal writes a wonderful "summary" of what she's about in writing this book; "I know that I have to let go as I age, for otherwise I shall be clinging to the past, and that will prevent the new, in whatever form that might take, coming to birth. Letting go has a hidden freedom in it, for surrendering is really a liberation, allowing me to live fully but differently...I have to face the fact, the price I pay as I am growing older...We may continue to cling to our past achievements or [in the words of Helen Luke] we may, in Shakespeare's words, 'take upon the mystery of things, as if we were God's spies'. A spy of God is one who penetrates into a hidden mystery -- one who finds the most trivial of things touched by wonder. Getting older makes me aware how amazing it is to have been alive in the first place!..."
Toward the end of her book Esther de Waal coomments: "I think of all those many people whom I have met on my journey and of what I owe to them, often not recognizing sufficently the role they have played in my life. Did I see Christ in them?..." As for me, dear Esther, it's I who thank you for our meeting in 1991 on both of our journies through life!