While growing up, we had this tall playhouse tower in the backyard. Once you climbed the ladder, you ducked your head and then could stand up. Just being inside the tower the outdoor noise was dulled. It was cooler than in the bright sunlight. It was also calm. Sometimes, my sisters and I would take our lunch up there. Other times, we would take books or Sixteen magazine and lay on blankets and do nothing but read.
My 56-year-old cousin, had a tree house built-in their back yard. Yes, a real grown up tree house! Shelves for books, a trunk to tuck blankets and pillows in. Windows. Twinkle lights, of course there are twinkle lights. Sometimes, summer weather allows for them to sleep outdoors in the tree house. It was a dream of hers, always. To have a tree house. You climb up the stairs and once inside, the outdoor world is muffled. You take a huge cleansing breath and feel the calm and peace. There are ridiculously cool pieces of art hung here and there. Their initials are carved into a piece of the wood. Being there makes you want a tree house. She says she needs the tree house to regroup now and then.
Moving is a wild ride. All sorts of thoughts and ideas are swirling in your brain. You feel guilty if you are not working on a project. We are desperately trying to make it feel like “home”. So many things to do and work on. It is all tumbling around you. You just need a moment to breathe or regroup.
This past weekend we made time to go to our new library. As we walked up to the front door, the clock tower was chiming, the Farmer’s Market was in full swing, the playground equipment was crawling with short people squealing and giggling, I heard a siren nearby. Mr. Right held open the door, as I carried an empty library book bag, I thanked him and walked in. We were greeted with Calm, Quiet, Peace, Cool, Excellent lighting, That perfect smell of books, Friendly faces.
First order of business; brand new library cards. Sort of like a golden ticket. FREE books and lectures and magazines galore….just by holding one of those magical and powerful tickets.
Two glorious stories of shelves after shelves of the unexplored. Beautiful architecture thoughtfully designed to hold enormous amounts of books.
There is a beautiful bridge on the second floor. Yes, a real bridge. You can see down to the children’s area on the first floor. It feels like you are walking into an area of calm and peace. There is a fireplace nearby where the periodicals are kept. Feels sort of like ….a tree house.
As we wandered, pieces of art caught our eye. Stunning, take your breath away beauties. Library lighting and amazing windows. Desk and tables here and there. Lots of thoughtful places to sit, cozy up, and read.
Somehow they have blended state of the art technology with the old familiar feel of wooden tables and low table lamps.
Feels like the perfect tree house. The perfect place to center yourself and regroup.
As my boyfriend carried my overflowing book bag out the door, I heard the clock tower chime again.
An hour had slipped by. We walked out into the world again after being bathed in the peace and calm and wonder only a library can offer. We stood taller. We somehow felt ready to hear all the sights and sounds of the town. We had re-grouped and our spirits were buoyed once more.
Extremely Grateful for such a beautiful library in our new town, we headed home to find the perfect spot in our own library to stack our books of the week.
In this together, I would love to hear/share what books are on your night stand.