A Velocity of Being – an Extensive Compilation of Letters on the Act, Art, and Adoration of Reading

As an avid reader and long-time fan of Maria Popova’s BrainPickings.org – an extraordinary collection of reflections on the beauty of existence and what it means to be human – I learned about the prospective arrival of Popova’s book, affectionately deemed her “labor of love:” A Velocity of Being – Letters to a Young Reader.

Eager to secure a copy before the first set sold out, I preordered the book as soon as the link went up. I knew next to nothing about the book’s contents since there were no reviews available, but my decision to purchase the book was driven more by a desire to support Popova’s passionate devotion to safeguarding the art of reading than by the book itself. That said, the book has surpassed my expectations, and I can say with full assurance that I will treasure Velocity for the rest of my life.



Velocity includes 121 letters from “…philosophers, composers, poets, astrophysicists, actors, a 98-year-old Holocaust survior, Italy’s first woman in space, and many more remarkable humans whose splendor of spirit cannot be contained in the shorthand descriptors we often use to condense a person’s character and cultural contribution…”

The letters vary in length, tone, and style – some are a full page long, others a paragraph; some are serious, others light-hearted – but they are all inherently alike in that their authors detail how books have changed their life for the better. The authors talk of books like real, intentional people with hearts and hopes and desires – who know the authors intimately, who speak to the deepest parts of their souls, and who never fail to offer a place of solace, comfort, consolation, and peace. The 121 authors urge you, the young reader, to read, and keep reading – not because reading is an essential life skill (though it is), but because reading is an invaluable and incomparable gift with the power to heal, embolden, and empower.

One of my favorite letters is by Alain de Botton, a Swiss-born British philosopher and author, in which he likens a good book to a faithful and dependable companion:

Dear Reader,

We wouldn’t need books quite so much if everyone around us understood us well. But they don’t. Even those who love us get us wrong. They tell us who we are but miss things out. They claim to know what we need, but forget to ask us properly first. They can’t understand what we feel-and sometimes, we’re unable to tell them, because we don’t really understand it ourselves and to others, and make us feel less strange, less isolated, and less alone. We might have lots of good friends, but even with the best friends in the world, there are things that no one quite gets. That’s the moment to turn to books. They are friends waiting for us any time we want them, and they will always speak honestly to us about what really matters. They are the perfect cure for loneliness. They can be our very closest friends.



As if 121 beautifully written letters by some of the most influential figures of the century were not enough, each letter is accompanied by truly praiseworthy works of art, which I believe to be just as valuable as the letters they bring to life.

Art by Albertine
Art by Cecilia Ruiz

“A text is a trail of its writer’s imagination. It is the remnant of one planet being found by another (you). & if there are diamonds here, dear reader, it is because you made them.

– Aracelis Girmay

Art by Jenni Desmond
Art by Tallulah Fontaine

“I want to tell you something interesting about reading books. It’s that books are about possible worlds-not just the worlds we know well. They goad us to go beyond the familiar, to consider not just the here-and-now but the might-be.”

– Jerome Bruner

Art by Nahid Kazemi
Art by Sophie Gilmore

“So long as you have books to read and time and attention to give them, you will never be lonely, and your mind will always be free.”

– Maria Bustillos

Art by Judith Clay

As Popova states, A Velocity of Being is “…an atlas of possibility for the land of being mapped through the land of literature.” I have no doubt that Velocity will arouse and inspire readers – young and old – to pick up a book, delve deep into its pages, and let themselves be transported to a world unlike their own.


(Unfortunately, the price of the book has substantially increased since I purchased it in December, but here’s the link for those who are interested.)


“Cottonmouth and the River” – A Thoughtful, Refreshing Analogy of Christianity


I believe that well-written children’s stories are one of mankind’s mightiest tools; they possess an otherworldly power to capture my imagination and challenge me to step beyond the boundaries of my mind. Many of my favorite stories deal shrewdly with complex concepts difficult to explain, crafting them into something instead both accessible and largely comprehensible.

Along this vein, C.S. Fritz’s Cottonmouth and the River is a quintessential example of a powerful children’s story and is, like many beloved stories, an intricately involved, meticulously crafted analogy. Though at the surface this fantastical tale mainly revolves around a lonely little boy and a tender-hearted beast, it is in fact a representation of the foundations, and widely misunderstood truths, of Christianity.

The story opens with an introduction of its 10-year-old protagonist, Freddie, who lives alone in a great, big house – the whereabouts of his parents left unexplained. Deprived of a family, Teddie is without companionship and wanting for love.


One day, on another of his daily walks to a river nearby, Freddie discovers a curious black egg. Fascinated by the egg’s shiny exterior and mysterious origins, Freddie takes the egg back home with him. That evening, a strange beast named “Tug the Comforter” – whose gruff, yet friendly appearance bears resemblance to the creatures of “Where the Wild Things Are” – magically appears in Freddie’s home.


Of the egg, Tug explains: “Whatever you could possibly want to do, whatever you could possibly imagine… the egg will provide.”

Tug reveals that the egg was gifted to Freddie by the river. Aware of the pain in Freddie’s heavy heart, the river decided to bless Freddie by granting him with “new life.” While Freddie is allowed to do whatever he wants with the egg, Tug emphasizes to Freddie the only stipulation: he must not eat the egg.

Likely in an endeavor to fulfill every one of Freddie’s wild and whimsical childhood dreams, the unlikely companions partake in all sorts of adventures via the power of the egg: together Freddie and Tug soar above the clouds, feast upon a boundless amount of dessert atop a candy-adorned cliff, scuba dive with angler fish, and grow facial hair.


However, despite having finally attained a taste of interminable joy, Freddie’s hope for his parents’ return looms over his head like a storm cloud. Driven by the dissatisfaction he associates with their absence, Freddie makes a devastating decision that is met, as we would expect, with dire consequences for Freddie.

While the story is largely reminiscent of Christian themes prior to this point, here is where the analogy to Jesus Christ and his sacrifice on the cross becomes astoundingly clear: although Freddie deserves to be punished for his decision, Tug the Comforter bears the full burden of the consequences in Freddie’s place.


Through Freddie’s weakness and Tug’s response, C.S. Fritz draws attention to the significance of grace, the meaning of unconditional love, and the relationship between creation and Creator, while celebrating the hope that we have in our Comforter. A story of joy, sorrow, and sacrificial love, Cottonmouth and the River is both a tender and poignant illustration of the gospel message – the foundation of Christian faith.


Cottonmouth and the River is thought-provoking, beautifully designed, and well-worth a read; it is also the most impressively illustrated analogy of the gospel I’ve ever had the pleasure of coming across. Though it is indeed a Christian book, I highly recommend this stunning treasure to religious and non-religious readers alike.

For Every Lover of Gardens – on Gail Harvey’s Heartwarming Compilation of Love Letters Addressed from Man to Nature

As a long-time suburbanite and recent city-dweller, the world I know is a winding valley of buildings colored brown and grey. Though I’ve grown accustomed to living in urban areas (and, admittedly, would not survive without the conveniences most cities have to offer), I eventually grow fatigued, weary of walking beneath sky rises that seem to stretch upwards without end, and of the ongoing stream of traffic that sounds of horns and screeching tires and of passersby with their heads in the future, and of the lights that never go out but glare on and on into the night… and I yearn to stand in a field of flowers in bloom.


Intimacy with nature touches the heart in a way no other earthly thing can, so when I find myself longing to be liberated from the cold hand of industrialization, I look for a garden. Apart from the noise of the city, the cacophony of business, in a garden I’m altogether at peace and exquisitely satisfied. To be in a garden conjures a feeling all at once refreshing, pleasant, and sweet – like a bite of fresh bread with homemade jam, a long overdue conversation with an old friend, cool mist on the cheeks after a long walk in the heat. A stroll through a garden on a warm afternoon is often all that I need to be soothed and revived.


Several years ago, browsing at a local swap meet, a friend happened upon a book titled The Lover of Gardens. Well aware of my uncanny obsession with gardens – with sweet-smelling flowers, berry bushes, and trellises adorned with vines – my friend graciously gifted me the book and I haven’t parted with it since, even after moving homes four times (two of which required me to cross the planet with only two suitcases in tow). Though the reading experience is by no means an acceptable substitute to wandering a real garden, The Lover of Gardens has more than once calmed and comforted my listless soul.


Compiled by Gail Harvey and designed and illustrated by Liz Trovato, the book is an elegant and enchanting collection of quotes, poems, and essays, authored by both well and little known persons who share an adoration for the garden and its transcendental ability to invigorate and restore. The authors’ ode-like descriptions and love letters to the garden’s incomparable beauty, virtue, and grace elucidate man’s ingrained, deep-rooted bond and unparalleled connection with the natural world, translating into words the delightful, pleasurable feeling that comes from standing, wandering, resting, etc. in a garden.

“I look upon the pleasure which we take in a garden as one of the most innocent delights in human life. A garden was the habitation of our first parents before the Fall. It is naturally apt to fill the mind with calmness and tranquility, and to lay all its turbulent passions at rest. It gives us a great insight into the contrivance and wisdom of Providence, and suggests innumerable subjects for meditation. I cannot but think the very complacency and satisfaction which a man takes in these works of Nature to be a laudable if not a virtuous habit of mind.”

– from “The Pleasure of a Garden” by Joseph Addison


Trovato’s accompanying illustrations add to the book’s quintessential allure and enhances its pleasing, gladdening, and gratifying qualities.

An adoring tribute to “the purest of human pleasures…the greatest refreshment to the spirit,” The Lover of Gardens will continue to be one of my most faithful hardcover companions, and an honorable supplement to the garden I will one day call my own.