|My Blue Blogger room|
|Della's tiny books|
"Wake, for the Sun, who scattered into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night..."
What a delight to sit on the floor and read through a pile of tiny leather bound books that my Aunt Della had owned. She, too, found these words precious to her long before I came into this world. Then I read from my favorite book The Prophet by Gibran. The inscription read: Merry Xmas, from Lillian and Bill, Dec. 25, 1960. Randomly picking pages to read in books like the Prophet bring their own surprises: Speak to us of Prayer...When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet.
|The Pro, Johnie F. Stapp|
This morning I found my squeaky mouse mixed in with a scattering of glassware, puppets, and teacher collectibles. Naturally, I picked up the little mouse and squeaked it, only to have Lucy dash into the blue blogger room, and attempt to rescue me from the beastly mouse. I laughed.
I'm down to a few manageable boxes, then we will ponder our collections of artwork, golf books and trophies, glassware, and what nots. In time each piece will find a new home, either under our roof or someone else's. My mantra for this move remains: In life and in words...Less is More...Usually the most concise way is the most elegant.