through my bookshelf, trying to figure out
which ones I can remove, they're overflowing again, it's probably time to put some books into storage
. I'm always buying more, moving some into boxes to make room for the new
, rearranging and sorting them, running my fingers along the rows
of spines, friendly volumes
. I feel like something potent
, something short and strong.
'This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, in sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.' --- John Muir
I stop, put the book down. There is nothing I need to read beyond this, this is all I need right now. The world continues, there is a progression, unfurling and growing, always something unfolding with beauty. This is natural, I move books to make way for books, and all the reassurance I need right now is here under my fingertips.