The Power Hidden in Anonymity

I opened Kindred Spirits mailbox on Bird Island in North Carolina, expecting to find the usual anonymous entries. On top of the stack was a passport size forest green leather notebook that would call out to any regular visitors and even the rare ones. I sat on the lone bench and opened it. Reaching Our Higher Selves stood alone on the first page. As I began reading, I quickly realized it was a guide to improve all of humanity. When I reached the end, it begged the reader to spread the word so more would come read it there. Such begging was unnecessary.