Right to Left

I am sitting in front of her shelf. Some of the books on these seven shelves are mine, but there is no doubt that they are her bookshelves. I love her, and I love them. Made with my hands to hold a part of her soul. For when I look at these shelves, as I do every day, I see in the choices placed on these shelves a reflection of the incredibly complex and layered being that I am blessed to share my life with. Perhaps that is part of what this is about. Perhaps this is a wish, a desire to come even closer to that soul I feel I know so well, yet also feel I have only scratched the surface of.

Or maybe it's just that she has amazingly eclectic taste and somehow she chose shelf number four. It's a great shelf.

I'm going to read it right to left.

Book number one: Bloodletting and Miraculous Cures - Vincent Lam

Bookends

This began with a desire to read. A simple act that the five year old now in the house has made clear is not simple.

It is magic.

Those of us who enjoy the feel of a book in hand and comprehend the letters that form words which in turn form phrases and link to sentences and on and on are truly lucky to have the skill we do. Reading seems to my five year old to be a key that will unlock...everything.

She's right.