Souls are places; I've always thought about this. A soul can be explored like a place and felt like a place. A soul can be retreated to like a place and intruded upon like a place. A soul can be fragile or strong depending what it is weathering and what it is built upon, just… Continue reading The Castle Library which is my Soul
Plymouth Central Library is relocating. Today will be the last day it opens those particular doors to the public. And as I sit here in the old stacks one last time*, I am filled with deep nostalgic sadness. We go back, this old building and I. Practically back to my first few months in Plymouth… Continue reading Here I Sit Before The Library Moves
I endeavored to get a lot of writing done today, but I did not. I did some, and what I managed to pen sat happily on the page, but my heart wasn't into the craft today, probably because the weather turned for the better. I had a desire to wander Plymouth in the sun, especially… Continue reading Borrowing Books
Two girls in the library were eating an easter-egg while working on a project together. I suddenly released how close to spring we are, and I remembered seeing buds, tiny pink spores of life, beginning to grow on the trees, and it hasn't been overly cold for quite some time. More birdsong in lighter mornings,… Continue reading Things I noticed at the Library.