Thereby hangs a tale…
I’ve been away from the blog for a bit and must say I’m happy to be back. We all of us entertain musings on life, the universe and everything, and blogging it out is healthy.
The advent of spring into summer is such a creative and nurturing time. I’ve been amazed of late to watch my garden grow. There’s a metaphor in there someplace for the creative mind, the writerly mind. We plant seeds. We plant words. Seeds grow into seedlings. Words grow into sentences. Seedlings bear fruit. Sentences bear books.
And where, I wonder, would life be without books? These days there are myriad ways to obtain books. I possess a library card and am always amazed at how many people are using the good old fashioned library to access entertainment. This is wonderful! This is social activity of the best. There is a storyteller who reads to children. There are lessons for those who wish to learn how to check out a book using a Kindle or a Nook. There are even knitting lessons being offered. And then there are the good hard copy and paperback copies of the books themselves. Love that bindery ink and paper scent? I sure do.
In recent days my dear librarian brother-in-law came for a visit. One of the places we toured is the main library. He brought books to my attention I’d not yet heard of. Oh, the joy of the library, the memories of the days when the magical librarian suggested just that perfect book for you. I remember being taken to the library at age seven and checking out The Black Stallion by Walter Farley. For fun I checked it out again this year. To my delight “The Black” is still a winner and the thundering race at the story’s climax is just as riveting now as then. So, in this Year of the Horse, I’m challenging everyone to not only pick up a winner of a book, but to go and check out your local library.
Libraries serve us. Librarians guide us. Let’s do our part and not let them down.