What unexpected corner did I turn that I have not written an entry in my blog in four months?
I don’t know.
Have all the pots been on simmer, but none of the stew ready to serve?
I hope something’s been simmering.
Meanwhile, I build my bookshelf of hope.
This shelf is built of unread books that I look at whenever I leave the house or come home. It’s an inadvertent shelf- the books just landed there for the time being. They are at eye level, and I feel hopeful and excited when I see them, a doorway to unknown magic worlds. I picked them up at a used book sale this summer, and I was happy finding them.
Each one of the books has a hidden talisman from a previous reader.
Thurber Country has a glossy color photograph of two young women laughing. One woman has shoulder length hair, her head is thrown back, her mouth wide open, her teeth aimed at the camera.
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn contains an air ticket from Dulles to Cincinnati, dated 1998.
One Hundred Years of Solitude has a postcard with a stamp and a picture of a bluebird. There’s a hand drawn arrow to the bird with the note, “Laura, do you think we are for the birds?” I’m thinking that Laura probably thought so, and this was one last effort on the writer’s part to make light and keep them glued together.
Maybe I didn’t turn an unexpected corner at all, but fell down a rabbit hole, a bit like Alice in Wonderland. We shall see!