paul schulenberg bastille cafe, 2012 via tail feathers
oh sweet ollee n bee ~
today was to be the day to give you a peek at the newly finished camera bag, but i am going to leave it a couple of days because there are other things to tell you today and tomorrow.
do you like to read? do the words weave wondrous worlds for you to visit and explore where you meet characters more real than real? i love words. i love reading. i love being taken away and being placed in the lives of others. i don't read a great deal. i generally have a book on my bedside table and indulge in as many pages as i can before my eyelids drop and the book bonks me on the nose ~ hee hee. i have a small, yet cherished collection of books that have touched me.
today, i found these words by carl sagan. i have no idea who he is, but i love what he has to say about books.
what an astonishing thing a book is.
it's a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts
on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles.
but one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person,
maybe somebody dead for thousands of years.
across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently
inside your head, directly to you.
writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions,
binding together people who never knew each other,
citizens of distant epochs.
books break the shackles of time,
a book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
~ carl sagan
last year for mother's day, mr k gave to me, a kobo ereader. it was a couple of months before i took any interest in the new fang dangled electronic device, but eventually i charged it up, figured out how to access books from a library and downloaded my first eread. i so prefer to have a real book in my hands, to feel the paper and smell the paper, if that makes sense. ironically though, the very first book i read on my kobo ended up being my very most favourite book of all time ~ the secret life of bees by sue monk kidd. this is now a book i will buy, hold tight and reread again and again, feeling the pages between my fingers. it spoke to me so beautifully with these words being one of my most favourite quotes, of many, in the book ~
but lifting someone's heart? now, that matters.
i so appreciate folks like carl and sue. tell me true ~ who are you appreciating these days? what book is so lovingly tattered and cherished in your collection?
lifting someone's heart does matter, and you lift mine every single day.
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twenty.four | three.sixty.five
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