When I was a kid, I read all the time.
Unless I was drawing.
But mostly I read.
In college I stopped reading so much because there just wasn’t time.
After college I started reading a little bit more, but never as much as when I was a child.
And then I had kids of my own.
I continued to read, but not for myself…for them.
During the great declutter of last month we placed all our books on the table.
We got rid of anything that we weren’t going to read again, were never going to read or that was readily available with our new library card.
And then there were these books:
These I pulled out as books I had acquired because…
well, because they “spoke” to me. They had content that I thought could help me become more of the me that I want to be.
They cover topics like art and fear and creativity
and life and peace and spirituality
and so much more.
And they have been sitting on the shelf…some for a long, long time.
Some I started and never finished.
Some have never been opened.
Now they are all in one place – by my chair in the living room where I often end up sitting and watching television because it’s easy.
I will see them when I go to sit down.
And I will no longer ignore them.
I am going to read them.
2 thoughts on “Books that Survived”
I have’start where you are’. I think, The Gift from the Sea as well. Funny how some books just bring comfort, some wisdom, others hope! I’m trying to limit my book collection too, 8 boxes of books went to Savers. I still have two full bookshelves… and my husband’s hoard of textbooks in the basement. I tried to load as many as I thought I wanted on Kindle, but it’s not the same. Some books are just magic!~Kim