The Ramblings of a Redhead

What an astonishing thing a book is. It is a flat object made from bits of a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny looking dark squiggles.  But just a single glance at it and you're suddenly transported into the mind of another person - maybe someone who has been dead for thousands of years. From across the millennia the author still speaks clearly to you with their silent voice inside your mind. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, it spiritually binds people together - two souls who never crossed paths in this physical life, citizens of distant epochs.  Books break the shackles of time and space. Holding within their pages memories and fragments of a million different stories. Books are proof that humans are capable of working magic.

If today is a little bit rough, and you are finding life difficult I want you to take a brief moment. Stop. Close your eyes. Allow your mind to quiet  and then, Think... ...about the smell of brewing coffee and the warmth against your hands as your hold the mug tight. ...how it feels as your heart beats inside you and your lungs as they expand filling with air and then as they contract setting the breath free. ...how the sunlight bounces off the blades of grass, trees, flowers, windows, and clouds and how bright and warm it feels against your skin. ...about the coolness of night and how the stars twinkle in the sky, and then in the warm summer months the lightning bugs in the grass and trees that mimic that gentle twinkling. ...the sound of laughter from those you love most, whether they are still here or gone from this world, let the sound fill your soul along with all the memories and lessons that come with them. ...how it feels when you hear the first few notes of your favorite song