A trip to the library. One of our favorite places. Books, book, and more books. Charlie said, “I wish we could take them all home.” So do I, Buddy, so do I. How I wish time would allow for us to drink it all in. The words. . . all the words. The beautiful, lovely, fun, silly, tragic, and exciting words.
We had to pick a few. He picked his and this was how we spent our afternoon. . .
Chilling out on a blanket, reading books, laughing, guessing about what will happen next, and exploring short snippets of another world.
And for me. . . taking the time to enjoy beautiful things. I chose a poetry book. After flipping through the introduction, these words from The Journey by Mary Oliver greeted me:
One day I knew what I had to do. . .
I had to write.
. . . . and I began.
And in beginning I felt better.