This is one shelf.
Out of six in this case.
Out of four cases of six.
Of that style.
It doesn’t include the shelves in my office, a wall of built-in shelves in one room, a half-wall of built-in shelves in the basement, a metal cupboard of shelves in the garage.
Full of books.
Not counting the stacks of books on my desk, the kitchen table, an antique high chair, on the floor next to my bed, and in baskets.
I. Love. Books.
I love to bask in color and run hand lightly over spine.
I love to sit on the floor with book in lap.
(Yes, that was me in Barnes & Noble. I was lost in reading novel first lines. Sorry you had to step over me.)
I love the feel of the page.
The fragrance of new.
The musty of old.
How I sense ghostly fingerprints.
And a closeness with generations gone before.
But . . .
In the spirit of letting go and freeing up.
In the pursuit of simplicity.
So I can more simply pursue God.
This is my new bookcase.
My husband got it for me for Christmas.
Well, I got it, wrapped it, and wrote his name in the “from” space.
Much better than the smoke alarms he gave me several years ago.
I never thought I’d say it.
I. Love. It.
1. It holds thousands of books.
2. That I can organize into collections.
3. Free books and inexpensive books (not just classics.)
4. The ability to highlight and take notes.
5. That miraculously jump into a file called “My Clippings,” and automatically add references (that include the book name, author, page number, location, and even date and time added.)
6. The ability to bookmark. No more pencils, dog ears, Post-It notes, traditional bookmarks, or torn napkins.
7. No sun glare. (I can’t even read my Droid.)
8. The ability to carry an entire library wherever I go.
9. The ability to do a word search.
10. Easier to read in bed.
Though I will never give up traditional books totally.
My Droid and I are still fighting.
But my Kindle and I are best friends.
I have the hard copy of this book. It’s in tatters.
A simple life in the Fear-of-God is better than a rich life with a ton of headaches. ~Proverbs 15:16 (Message)
I’m letting go of more stuff on my Lenten journey.
Stuff that steals my focus.
So far I’ve let go of:
A set of shelves.
A floor lamp.
Three boxes of books.
A bin of miscellaneous household items.
A box of miscellaneous household items.
A treasured crockpot. (Granted, this was forced when its frayed cord poked me.)
Letting go with Ann.
Remembering Lent with Cassandra at the Moonboat Cafe