Stitch in Time

I decided to make some stationery.  I found an old book, that was falling apart.  I thought how both books n' letters transport us.  Both books n' letters have chapters. We write about our lives-in letters, they document moments in time.

  Words plant seeds, in our souls and we are never the same- the wonder of the written word!

Do you remember the day you received your library card?  I remember, what a big deal it was. I was given a passport to adventure!    My plan was to read every book, in my story book cottage library. An old building made of stone and dedication.  I especially wanted to read the big volumes I spied hiding behind the Librarian's desk. She wouldn't let children go back there. There was even a sign, no one under the age of 18 was allowed.  The books were old, time worn and not for sticky, small fingers.  I knew these books held mysteries and secrets from the past.  Someday,  I will go look at time's whispers.  

The day arrived and I was finally old enough, to venture back behind the Librarian's desk,  I remember how excited I was, but also spooked.  The shelves were so high. It was dark and moody. The books covers so tattered n' torn.  The scent of age mingled with yellowed paper  and glue was heady stuff.  These books were historic, they captured words, ideas from centuries long ago. Some were so old you couldn't check them out, but only glance at them. Their brittle pages fragile and delicate, like fine Bone China.  You wondered whose hands had once touched these books.   This section had a haunted feel.  I felt like I was given a key to a portal, to another time.


 I do think we are given a  key to a secret garden, when we get our first library card and/or pen-pal. 

   Words like seeds are planted in our capillary bed and ideas sprout. Some bloom,  some fade and yes, we also have to tend some weeds, along the way.  For the most part, words gives us wings, and take us on many adventures.  What adventure do you love the most? 

Do you remember the day you were given the key, to the Secret Garden?  Did you have a pen pal?  At what age, did words first enchant you?