For some people it’s a church or place of worship which is a refuge, a safe location to take a step out of everyday life and to breath. I’ve always headed straight for a library when I need safety and respite from the daily grind or when problems need attention.
There is something compelling and magickal about a library. I can find the solace others find in churches amongst books. Usually there is a quietness in the library which is both soothing and alive. I can sit alone and feel the thoughts, feelings, and ideas that are contained within the thousands of pages. It’s like visiting an art gallery as each book is a work of art, a masterpiece of the author.
When I was a very little girl, barely older than my own daughter, I would want to be taken to the library daily. As I grew up I’d go by myself and even as a teenager I’d spend my Saturday afternoons surrounded by a pile of looks on a library table.
I’m very fortunate to have a husband who enjoys libraries as much as I do. We go at least once a week but generally twice. Our goal is to visit all the libraries in our county and we must have completed over half by now. When we move again into our dream house (whenever that maybe) I’d love a library of my own…just like the one below
