Life, Writing

The Castle Library which is my Soul

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

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Books, Life, Writing

Here I Sit Before The Library Moves

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

Life

Things I noticed at the Library.

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.