I often think about why some people love to read while others look at it as a chore (hello to my brother Mike). Maybe it is a personality thing? I often wish I could be more outgoing and more relaxed around new faces. I love to hear people talking about their experiences, their families…to see their animated faces sharing their happiness.
Reading books transports me to another place and time. I remember the first time I read the Emily series by LM Montgomery (same author as Anne of Greene Gables). It was profound. Her thoughts were so similar to my thoughts, the way she wrote about nature and the land. Her words about being a child, it has stayed with me all these years. Those books made me feel like it was okay to dream. To dream about stuff no one else would understand. Like the way the water ripples on a pond when the wind rolls in before the rain. Is there a proper adjective for that? It just makes me feel something.
Books are everywhere in this house.
A good book makes you think, it stays with you.
While most of our books have their place on a shelf we still have many stacked about. Radiators make great shelves during the summer
My kids are all dreamers. Like most kids they create plans and get so excited about them. I suppose it is something that indirectly I have always thought was okay—to encourage them to keep doing that. To be excited about stuff. The oldest girls are now “grown ups”. I love hearing their ideas and plans. Their someday thoughts. It’s okay to dream because I know. I know.
Happy weekend to you, hope it’s full of good stuff!