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I went to a bookshop tonight, my child stayed home. I missed her bedtime while sitting amidst the books I'd gathered, one on Morocco, on Venezuela. Three on tropical design, one about landscaping and one specifically about bathrooms. A vegetarian cookbook. A book about making everything you might need with materials from the earth. I left the shop with only one book, one about bringing community together to elevate consciousness. To bring forth awakening. I feel it now, it's starting to bubble.
I touch these books and I begin to dream. It's finally time to dream.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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Are you moving to Saigon? What's the deal. I'm a landscape designer with an expertise in tropical plants. I could come help you redo the yard around your home in Bali or where ever. Now I'm just really, really curious about what all this means.
so. excited.
and seriously, it's one of my favorite things, the bookstore, alone, at bedtime. xo
in my excitement, i forgot to say that i'm excited to hear what your plans are...
You left with only one? As has been proven time and time again, you are a much stronger woman than me. And not just at the bookstore.
what a feeling. thanks for sharing it. I feel the bubbling now too...
Oooh, I love the bubbling. And I'm dying a bit of curiousity over here.
Here's to mango juice dripping down arms and cold beers to beat the heat.
And I can dream vicariously through you.
So which book did you choose?
I can think of a few on that topic but neither of them are ones I'd think of you getting.
These days, whenever I leave the bookstore, I seem to have picked up werewolf, vampire or zombie book where there is a female protagonist. I don't even want to think about what it means.
Your book sounds much healthier.
It's a good feeling, possibilities.
The dreams will come to fruition now, sweet spirit
Dreaming with you. Dreaming with you.
Tell me, what book did you get? Because you know I'm right there with you on that one right now, too.
it's a powerful thing, a plan. i love time in libraries and bookstores.
That made me smile. I could smell and feel those books right there with you.
Just read your "Cracks and Fissures" post. What bothers me most, is the mom's response to the teacher (and yes, the teacher's reaction is troubling too, but in a different way)
OK, so, if a kid "makes things up" something as big as "my mommy hit me between the legs really hard..." and mama just shrugs it off? No, sorry, it's not the little one who's dishing out the make-believe. You did the right thig. Let's just hope the school director does too.
And I'm looking forward to reading about that inspiring book!
Just don't wander too far from us! :)
If your dreams are even a fraction of what I imagine them to be then I sit waiting on the edge of my seat to learn more. Big hugs to you.
It sounds so wonderful
I'm curious too, Mama.
And I must say... you have a great deal of self control! Good for you! :)
dream on....
I love sitting in the bookstore alone. Heavenly.
Dream big, jen. Dream big.
It's always time to dream. Doing is another matter.
very curious as to the title of this book, Jen.... very curious.
I love bookstores for that kind of thing. But something tells me your dreams are a bit different from mine.
That very edge of adventure - it's exciting to read about!
And I would LOVE an evening out at a bookshop by myself. Oh, would I ever.
keep dreaming. . .for all of us.
Running on empty
oh, babe. whatever the dream and plan are, i'm totally on board.
I could live in a bookstore . . . one with really good coffee.
Butterflied in my tummy from just reading this post. This is exciting!
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