Don’t you just love the fresh smell of new books? The crisp printed pages and delightful texture of the parchment caressing your fingers. Divine. It has such a lovely feel to your hands and touches the deepest part of your heart that you never knew existed. Yet it awakens the very imagination you’ve been waiting to discover.
Books have such a special place in our hearts whether good or bad. We’ve all read something that has a sparked a flame within us. If you haven’t I would even encourage you to go a little deeper, search a little harder. You never know what you are going to find that will change your life. For example, when you go to a yard sale, not many people go with the intention of finding a specific item, people go to explore and rustle through things, to discover a treasure that is meaningful to them. That my friend is like a book.
You go to uncover the depths of dreams, ideas, adventures, facts, the meaning of life. In the whirlwind of storytelling there is a tale for everybody. It might be in a novel, a magazine, article, or the endless web. But words have such meaning and sufficiency, why not share them with the world, your friends, your family, the generations yet to come. What a gift writers have given to us to read of our past, present and future. There is so much to find in the books we have been given. Whether its the recipe of a delightful dish or a scene from the exotic plains of Africa. There is so much adventure to be read and shared with others. Let us dive deep into the lives of characters and hear their story. Let our hearts run as we come alive to the art if storytelling.