Thanks to Geralt, Pixabay.
How many books are waiting for you, impatiently, piled throughout your house or on your Kindle? Author and blogger, Diana Peach presented a challenge – write a poem or story about your TBR pile. I got inspired with the help of Robert Frost and his “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” (Tap to read Frost’s poem)
Whose books are these, I think you know
Strew on shelf and floor and chair, though
I try to pass, no stopping here,
But each unique like flakes of snow.
Getting lost is a hazard in my everyday life. Thus, routine can feel safe and cozy.
Normally, when I leave the house with my brain wired for, let’s say – “grocery store” – I barely think about how I turn left out of the driveway, right down the hill, and then left onto the Boulevard. Instead, I concentrate on work (shoot, did I send off that e-mail to the Board?) or family (should I buy the grandkids the wacky whale t-shirt, or will my daughter-in-law hate it?) or my guy (anniversary coming up – can I convince him we should celebrate with a weekend trip to ‘fill-in-the-blank’?).
Before the answer forms, I’m parked in front of the grocery store.
But now, we’ve just moved to a new state, a new town, and a million ways for me to get lost. Continue reading
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