”Letters for My Soul” – A Literary Review from Bucerdea Vinoasa by Maria Holhoș

A bouquet of love and gratitude from the village of my childhood

What could be more moving than these images that bring tears of gratitude to my eyes?
Dear people from the village of my childhood, Bucerdea Vinoasă — Priest Nicolae Bolea and Mrs. Maria Holhoș, a devoted Teacher and Doctor of Literature — hold in their hands the book Letters for My Soul, as if cradling a bridge between generations, between prayer and word.

Behind them, the church — that sacred place which was my cradle of mystery and light — smiles gently at me, like a mother recognizing her child from afar.
There, I lived unforgettable moments: the piety of my grandparents, my mother’s tears, my own childlike voice rising among icons and bells. And now, everything returns like a blessing — into the hands of those who were my beginning. — Anișoara Laura Mustețiu

Review by Mrs. Maria Holhoș

“From the people of Bucerdea, a thought of gratitude and appreciation for the new gift: LETTERS FOR MY SOUL, by Anișoara Laura Mustețiu.
This gesture honors us, and our gratitude for this offering transforms into invisible threads that cross time and space with intensity and feelings hard to describe, yet united in the harmony of a single word: LOVE.
Whether expressed freely or held with reverent shyness, this feeling wishes to be the bridge between Bucerdea Vinoasă and the soul full of sensitivity of a descendant of our lands — with letters engraved deep within the soul.
Which soul? The one that defies transience and distance, that seems to embrace every corner of the village — its people, buildings, creatures, and nature — to feel them close and soothe all longing.
This volume of delicate confessions, arranged in a tender imaginary dialogue, proves to be a mandala adorned with the author’s unsuspected emotional experiences, prepared for an overwhelming spiritual unveiling.
And the souls of the villagers are near too, transformed into breezes — a polyphony of emotions.
From Bucerdea, a bouquet of thanks gilded with smiles of gratitude!”

With appreciation,
Maria Holhoș