I am sorry that I put you on the slot Allison and thank you for your thoughtful answer. I will certainly check out your book of choice.
I was struck by what you said about us remembering the feeling of a book. I love that. I love reading but recently was ordered to rest my eyes for awhile because of a medication problem. I resorted to audiobooks and very much enjoyed reading Rick Rubin‘s “The Creative Act - A Way Of Being” which you had recommended some weeks ago. Rick has such a soothing voice and, what sounded like a Tibetan bell was rung at the start of each chapter.
I also loved your comment about finding a book with big margins. There would be no stopping your creativity! I wonder what you would write?
Allison: please don't ever go out on a "three hour cruise"!!! If you were stranded on an island, the world would be a cold place. Which might help with climate change but at too high a cost.
Hey Alison, I can relate so much to some of your posts… especially the 2 most recent.
I, too, have always had a pile of books on my nightstand, in the living room, etc… always reading about 5 at a time too😂 Often it’s non-fiction. And I completely agree that books change us (or good books,rather) even change our DNA , and never leave us.
(I even think of “Blood” sometimes… it will always be in me)
I can’t believe I’ve never read “Letters to a Young Poet”, but I will now. Have a wonderful weekend🐶🌺❤️📚📚🙂
Ok. Gush. Love the new painting (really, really!) and as always your perspective.
Books.
I could live happily ever after on an island of solitude with my books. I’d read them. They would feed me. We would love each other, because we would understand each other. We would cuddle. Life would be, muah. Oh shit, wait. That IS my life. (I can live with that! Correction, I am living that. :) )
Very thoughtful answer. I always found those “choose one thing” scenarios to be painful. I call my bedside stack “the leaning tower of literature ( and all other forms of published word)”. It’s never going to be finished and falls over with clocklike regularity
I am sorry that I put you on the slot Allison and thank you for your thoughtful answer. I will certainly check out your book of choice.
I was struck by what you said about us remembering the feeling of a book. I love that. I love reading but recently was ordered to rest my eyes for awhile because of a medication problem. I resorted to audiobooks and very much enjoyed reading Rick Rubin‘s “The Creative Act - A Way Of Being” which you had recommended some weeks ago. Rick has such a soothing voice and, what sounded like a Tibetan bell was rung at the start of each chapter.
I also loved your comment about finding a book with big margins. There would be no stopping your creativity! I wonder what you would write?
Thank you for your thoughtful answer.
Px❤️
Allison: please don't ever go out on a "three hour cruise"!!! If you were stranded on an island, the world would be a cold place. Which might help with climate change but at too high a cost.
Hey Alison, I can relate so much to some of your posts… especially the 2 most recent.
I, too, have always had a pile of books on my nightstand, in the living room, etc… always reading about 5 at a time too😂 Often it’s non-fiction. And I completely agree that books change us (or good books,rather) even change our DNA , and never leave us.
(I even think of “Blood” sometimes… it will always be in me)
I can’t believe I’ve never read “Letters to a Young Poet”, but I will now. Have a wonderful weekend🐶🌺❤️📚📚🙂
Ok. Gush. Love the new painting (really, really!) and as always your perspective.
Books.
I could live happily ever after on an island of solitude with my books. I’d read them. They would feed me. We would love each other, because we would understand each other. We would cuddle. Life would be, muah. Oh shit, wait. That IS my life. (I can live with that! Correction, I am living that. :) )
I always have a stack of books. I never read just one at a time. As my sister says, Books are like gold.
Very thoughtful answer. I always found those “choose one thing” scenarios to be painful. I call my bedside stack “the leaning tower of literature ( and all other forms of published word)”. It’s never going to be finished and falls over with clocklike regularity