Wednesday, July 31, 2013
I'm back at the library again, trading in old books for new. I love it when it's all quiet, like a library should be, at least in my perfect world.
It's amazing to think that many of the people right beside me physically are at the same time in a completely different realm right now. The man sitting next to me is fighting dragons. The woman on the other side of me is in a handsome man's embrace. The little girl across the room is actually a princess in disguise. I know, because I've been living in a couple of different books this week. I needed the escape.
When times are not what I wish them to be, I can always find a different place to be by living in what I read. This week I was in Ireland, watching and listening as Father Tim enjoyed his vacation. I walked with a man through the cold and snow of a northeastern winter. I had a vicarious love affair and went back in time to be courted by someone of which my family heartily disapproved.
And I did it all from my chair.
This, in part, is why I haven't written a word (other than here). I'm too busy trying NOT to write to actually write. When I look at that blank screen....well, it remains blank. I have nothing to put on paper. My mind is a vast wilderness in need of a modern day Lewis and Clark.
And so I come here, to my own little world. I talk with you, dear friends, and it's all better for a while.
Just like it is whenever I read.