my books. they are a cradle for me. walls of them. towers of them. curving around my life. smiling at me. soothing me and motivating me. like a multi-dimensional ghost mother, holding my hand forever. my bookshelves hold almost everything i love. jewelry and cameras and shells and photos and all the little stories that only i recognize. all tucked in with the books. 
godmorning Annette! i am drinking my coffee reading this post, feeling so close to you... most of my books are stil in boxes! god! we moved here last november, but soon ( R promised me) the bookcage is going to stand against the wall downstairs, and the old sofa his granddad made in front .... then we can sitt together and read,looking at the red and yellow flames coming from the fireplace, maybe witha dog on our lap : )
ReplyDelete...and like you i fill the shelves with lovely things, who carry stories only we know...
good morning lovely demie....your books must get out and start surrounding you. you and your dog. oh, you must have a dog. i love the picture of you and your love reading on the old sofa in front of the fire....beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYes Annette, only the little stories you recognize, my bookcase is also dressed like that and it feels so good just looking at it all, x
ReplyDelete"Books surround her like a bath on all all sides warm and comforting." Hope you have a wonderful day amongst your books.
ReplyDeletelisa....did you write that when you were just here in september, or is that from forever ago? it's so beautiful....it reminds me of my ophelia poem.
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