Can you believe someone was going to throw away all these lovely books?
He sat by me while I went through the box, and listened to me comment on each book. Completely patient until I neared the bottom of the box, when with tired eyes he looked at the neat piles of books I had made all over the bed as I categorized and organized them, and said, "I can't lay down."
To which I replied, "But you have a bed full of books."
This seemed simple enough to me. Because having a bed full of books is much more wonderful than having a bed to lay down on, right? Even if you have been working hard all day cutting trees and are exhausted?
Inside a box of used books, you can find pieces of people's lives.
Not just the lives of the characters inside the books, but the lives of the former book owners.
A bookmark with a funny note demanding someone read the book before seeing the film.
An old receipt.
A to-do list with fascinating items like:
- Try to program watch.
- Abnormal Psychology Class.
- Organize either jewelry or paperwork.
- Call Naropa Anne Marie (complete with a phone number - is it weird that now I want to call Naropa?)
- Make poster board for Jeopardy.
- Blue ribbon.
- Pro/Con list of 13 or 14.
- Find a dessert.
- Get crafting.
A take-out menu.
And then, in Living Abroad in Nicaragua, I found an old love note:
Because breakfast before ice cream is a sign of maturity!
(is this true? if so, I would like to skip maturity, and breakfast,
and have a bowl of ice cream)
I cannot employ the right words for the moment, but I felt that you should know how loved and cherished you are.
Your love and beauty amazes me each and every day. Your heart never ceases to beat pure and radiant joy.
Your beauty constantly overpours from your perfect vessel.
Your kisses like nectar, bind and hold my heart.
Your words are my refuge.
I know difficulties will arise, and your sense of self challenged. But you are my rock in this vastness. You are my spiritual partner.
You may slip, roll, fall, tumble, or be still, but you will not be alone.
With all my heart, let these flowers be an impermanent jesture of ceaseless unbound and unconditional love.
The biggest hugs of love
Suddenly, Nicaragua seems a very romantic place to me.
I might read that book first.
Do you leave small pieces of your life behind in books when you reach for something to use as a bookmark?