They fall out of my purse, out of my car, they have fallen into the bath. They stalk me, call to me, but mostly they sustain me. Someone, somewhere has been right where I am now. At any phase of my life, while it may be new to me, someone else has already blazed a path. It might not be a paved road, or a dirt road, heck it may only be a slight indentation in the grass. I travel it knowing that I don't go it alone. My thoughts and feelings are obviously my own, but if I get scared or feel lost, I can look for comfort to those that came before me. And I will be there for those that come after me to provide the same comfort and support.
I read 5 to 6 books a week, mostly mysteries and non fiction. I head off on tangents. One good non-fiction book can open up whole new doors of people's lives that I must know about. Why do I need to know the proper way to throw a knuckle ball? Why do I need to know how to raise chickens? Why do I need to know the poems of Sylvia Plath? Why do I need to know everything there is to know about Walt Whitman? I just do. And I am better for knowing it.
Sitting in my living room, fireplace blazing, pug snoring to beat the band, rain pouring down, I am transported anywhere I want to go. Blazing guns in Africa, Exploring ruins in Italy, Collecting animals for a zoo, Finding out why 18 year olds are strange, Traveling the Oregon Trail, Learning how to Quilt, I'm there. Sometimes I look up and am surprised to see I am still sitting in my living room, for I was sure Gerald Durrell was going to show me the new animal he had acquired for his zoo. I was so sure Jane Austen wanted to sign my copy of Pride and Prejudice. But I know they are there, I can't see them but I feel them and that is enough.
So every Sunday, let's explore some books. Maybe a author or a genre. Maybe our favorite bookstores. Or just the lovely sight of a giant pile of unread books beckoning to us. Maybe the People magazine.
In ending, I will leave you with my favorite quote of all time. I own this as a poster only because I went into the Santa Cruz Bookshop so many times to ask about this poster they had push pinned on their bulletin board, they finally pulled it off and handed it to me. Best gift ever!
I think that I still have it in my heart someday
to paint a bookshop with the front yellow
and pink in the evening...
like a light in the midst of darkness...
Vincent Van Gogh
to paint a bookshop with the front yellow
and pink in the evening...
like a light in the midst of darkness...
Vincent Van Gogh
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