October 18, 2021
Up for reblog, a beautiful little book that reminded me of the small, simple pleasures, like looking at pretty pictures embued with light. It also reminded me of my precious grandmother, Nana.
Did I keep it? No. After I wrote about it, I never picked it up again, so sent it on its way along to someone else who needs it.
That’s the thing about my purges that I hadn’t thought of until this very moment!
Let’s see if I can explain…
Some of my books will stay with me forever, especially if they were given to me as gifts. The energy of the person who gave them is imprinted throughout the pages and for that reason alone, I will not part with them.
And then there are books that I love, without any provenance or personal history attached… like… Ishmael… which I wrote about years ago. I found it in the college bookstore, read it, loved it to bits, told everyone about it. You know what? That’s not a good one to use because I SHOULD give it away so others can fall in love, as I did.
*Think, think, think*
Here goes my overthinking brain. LOL
All I mean is… sometimes, I purge books and feel bad later because I wish I had it. But more times than not, I will never pick them up again. In those instances, I need to remember that keeping scads of books I’ll never read again is just … kinda … selfish.
Books should be shared, don’t you think?
Anyhow, I sent this one on its merry way. I hope whoever has it is enjoying it as much as I did.
PS: I miss Nana something-fierce! 💕
I remember the first time I shared with an artist friend about my love for the work ofThomas Kinkade. She said, “He’s dime-a-dozen! Commercial, simplistic and cliché. Just awful.”
“Oh,” I managed to choke out. “Sorry if I offended you,” I added.
And so ended my love affair with all-things Kinkade. That was about ten years ago.
The thing is, his work reminded me of my grandmother, who adored him. She gave greeting cards and puzzles with his beautiful scenes of light… he is called, “The Painter of Light,” after all.
I found theGarden of Friendship featuring the works of Thomas Kinkadein a Thrift Shop just this afternoon. It is a short volume, with quotes and photographs of his paintings.
I read: A false friend and a shadow attend only while the sun shines – Benjamin Franklin and Books and friends should be few…
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