Books, my friends

Monday, January 6, 2020

I have downsized my books over the last few years. Living space has necessitated that. But I stand in front of my bookcase so grateful for the books that I have. They are my friends, my companions, a door way into another world. Depending on the nature of the book, that might be a place of imagination and escape, or it might be a place of learning and reflection.

And sometimes I pick up a book that I have not visited for a while, and “Oh” the joy of rediscovering that old friend and getting reacquainted.

I’m grateful for the books in my life.