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