She's so removed now from my reality I can barely touch her; the insecure girl who trembled into the centre of the book, all those years ago and was greeted by one of life's rare teachers, Anne Schuster... I wasn't born to write, few of us are, you coaxed the words out of my heart and out of my unwilling petrified pen. You gifted people's pens with wings, wheels and life. Every word I've ever written came from the comfort of your wisdom, so generously bestowed, again and again, and again. Nothing is the end, even death is not the end. As I find myself, teaching in the warmth of your shadow and writing a book about souls reincarnating, I give thanks, though never enough, to God and to you, that my small life collided with the greatness of yours.

"BLESSED IS THE MATCH CONSUMED IN THE KINDLING FLAME. BLESSED IS THE FLAME THAT BURNS IN THE HEART'S SECRET PLACES. BLESSED IS THE HEART WITH THE STRENGTH TO STOP IT'S BEATING FOR HONOuR'S SAKE. BLESSED IS THE MATCH CONSUMED IN THE KINDLING FLAME." – Hannah Senesh

Anne Schuster, I raise my pen to you and your magnificent flame.