Last week was particularly challenging and, as those of you who are my Facebook friends already know, my little boy (he's seven) has been diagnosed with a potpourri of learning disabilities. There's no easy fix and we will have ot make major life adjustments to ensure that he gets the help he needs.
In times of uncertainty, I like to head to my bookshelves and just touch the spines of some of my old favorites. I find this tactile experience most comforting. I glanced at the pictures in one of my favorite childcare's books, Sylvester and the Magic Pebble, read a few chapters from
The Secret Garden, examined one of J.R.R. Tolkien's wonderful maps, and lovingly ran my fingertips over the handset type of William Morris's Defense of Guinevere. I also have this super cool Victorian book that shows what people's facial features and head shape reveals about their personality. How I'd love to show it to you!
The smell of the pages, the feel of the covers in my hands, and the words of these familiar friends were an instant boon. How I love books! Everything about them brings contentment.
What book do you reach for when you're feeling blue?