“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

8.21.2014

barefoot with the tv off


the open door, the outside, the spinning of the world.

i searched for christmas novels yesterday, wanting something with snow and angels and silent nights, with candlelight and old fashioned trees, a house in the woods or maybe city streets draped with lights, people on the sidewalks, their arms piled high with packages wrapped in red. carols in the background. comfort and cocoa and the smells of cinnamon and peppermint. i ended up with something; i don't remember the title, only that it is something to take me away from the real world outside the door.

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4 comments:

  1. Christmas is such a time of magic, it's wonderful that with books we can re-experience such magic all year long.

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  2. I find comfort in your writing. Thank you.

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  3. the real world needs escaping from so often. and that is why i read. :)

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  4. I smiled at your last reading. you, needing snow and red and silent nights. while I need open doors, open windows, and the spring and summer we never got. all too soon, in Michigan, it will snow again. the signs are already here. all august it has been October. it is coming... 'they' promised me warmth and summer, but they were wrong. 'they' tried to pacify me. I am not.
    soon I will be dragged back into snow, and white, my green gone, and I will need your words to get me through. keep writing.

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