Bookwarm loophole

The best thing about books, and there are literarally thousands of things to love, is their patient permanence. They wait until their reader is ready for the knowledge between their spines. Some books I have had to try to read more than once before I could finally complete the pages. Some I have had to or wanted to read twice or more to fully process its meaning and or find its importance as it relates to my existence. The main reason I love owning so many books, being a bibliophile, is so that I can truly enjoy the best thing about books. I can read the book that best fits my need or desire at any given time without limits. The library is amazing, but some books require ownership, a permanent placement while I am on earth. Everything passes away, but perhaps knowledge is smart enough to find a loop hole...

2013 was mean

So sleepy, resistence is low. Energy slow. Soon to stop, instead of go. The books read this year linger in the soul. Feeling a slight pull to let the world know yet it seems so clear no one cares. Unless they wrote the role.This poem is mostly true. I have read a few excellent books while 2013 was being mean.

Update

Life is so much better than when I last blogged and continues to improve. I had problems I did not even know about in June 2013 that have since been solved. And yes I am choosing my words carefully. I protect the idea of privacy among other things people and places and emotions. But I digress. I gave notice and stopped providing child care in August 2013, which hurt my heart, but probably saved my life. A month later I had a health scare and stopped working freelance. Two weeks and a day ago I had surgery and Saturday I pulled a muscle in my lower back. Pain is not more powerful than will, but sometimes will must wait until pain passes or the hurt is healed. I am almost through a resting phase and getting ready to resume living my life to the fullest. God, Gratitude and Grace has seen me happy in the most miserable times. I have cried and I will cry again. I smile and will continue to feel and show joy. Have I bored you yet? I hope not. I have read and knitted through the physical and emotional pain of the last months. I have returned to journal writing, which I had neglected. I have never stopped writing poetry since I started in 1990. I don't write a poem a day, though I have in the past and may in the future. I have prayed so much in my thirty seven years. So enough about me. How are you?

I am currently working for free, although my friend aka mother of E & L, did pay me $8 on June 4, 2013, as an unliscensed child care provider. Before the sideline of caring for other people's children has always worked well with my writing, but currently I am finding that caring for a 10 months old baby everyday and her high pressured teen age sister once a week or so is too distracting and exhausting. On my mornings and afternoons off I am too wiped and poor to leave my apartment. I only have a mobile device without usb which cuts me off after so many characters/letters/words, a gift from my parents, and off line frankencomputers salvaged from the trash by my husband or given to me by friends to work with in my apartment. I have a lot of support for my writing, but with no time or money my resourses and tools seem to shrink at an alarming rate. Eventually the State of Michigan will authorize me and I'll recieve $2.20 per hour. Don't mistake my words for whining. I am blessed to be able to help my friend, but the strain and stress is not helping me, my marriage, my suppprt system or my writing. Okay so maybe I am whining. Sorry.

I have Mondays free which means this evening I am going to hang out with Cuppa Stitchers. I am writing a collection of short stories titled CUPPA CHARACTERS. Cuppa is this great Coffee house that actally is inside a small gallery at Art634 on mechanic street. Visit www.art634.com or www.jacksoncuppa.com for directions or more details. Cuppa will soon celebrate the second anniversary of their Grand Opening. Actually not writing this blog I am speaking into a mobile device, a Galaxy Tab I call Gracie, and the words are appearing on my screen. I miss typing. Texting or using a virtual quirky, qwerty, keyboard is annoying and sometimes speaking even when I have to correct all the errors is faster. Today this blog post has no focus I have no focus but I am composing my thoughts and speaking my mind anyway. Book bliss is reading and writing and living through words. Book blues is having to focus on other things than stories between the spines. At least that is how I feel, what I think, on this Monday April 8, 2013. Tomorrow that may change. Thanks for reading.