Friday, June 16, 2017

“A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.”

~ Henry Ward Beecher

Yesterday I was at the library. As I walked and browsed, my body taking on the familiar ‘library stance’ of bending slightly at the waist and tipping my head just so such that I could read the titles on the spines of the books on the shelves, I became aware of a calm blanketing me.

There are so many thoughts, so many opportunities to learn, on those shelves and, while a peace at being in a place that has long been a refuge comes over me when I walk through the doors of the library, I feel possibility too.

Time falls away. The whispers of immeasurable voices invite me to pluck a book from the shelf and enter into another world where I can learn something new or lose myself in the magic of story.

I felt another pull–a prompting to write–and I remembered the many hours spent at the library when I was writing my book. There’s something special about writing at the library. Maybe it’s time to return.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Soli Deo gloria: to the glory of God alone.
2 comments
  1. Maybe I should try that! I have prime nature preserve view from my writing studio window. Still, it gets familiar. Maybe I need to shake things up a bit.

  2. It’s the quiet and the lack of distractions. I should try that too!

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