My life is so busy that I’ve gotten out of the habit of reading a real book, you know, turning the pages and actually sitting down to read. I usually have an audio book playing in my car or a few books I read on Kindle when I’m waiting in a waiting room or in a long line somewhere but it had been a long time since I’d really gotten into a good old book with paper pages. I hate to say it but I’d begun to even read my Bible mainly on Kindle.
Over the holidays my friend gave me a great coffee mug and a wonderful book called The Pilot’s Wife by Anita Shreve. (But that is not what my post is about. Though I am pretty sure that I have discovered a new favorite author!) Anywaaaay… in the course of reading this particular book, I’d have to mark my place and go do things as I read the chapters throughout that week. And so I’d fold a page just so I could find my way back to where I left off. And it made me think. (Of course.)
Sometimes we are right in the middle of life when we are called away. We want to come back and finish what we started so we mark the place we left. In my case, I fold pages. But not just in books. I have done it all my life, from the time I was very small.
As I grew older, I always have had the tendency to look back. Not necessarily with regret but more so with curiosity.
Today I think I live in a montage of folded pages.
I have recently had a need to go back and unfold the pages and close some of those old books. And I am slowly doing that, one page and one book at a time. I am not sure if anyone but a special handful of people I know, can truly understand what I mean. I am the kind of reader that can read a book and years or even months later pick it up again and re-read it, finding a host of new details that I missed the first time. I have done that a lot lately. But as I go through my life now, I have begun to try to not have so many folded pages and metaphorically speaking, to read the chapter all the way through and finish it and finally just move on!
Folded pages in my life,
fill each book I read
marking places left behind,
but some day, I may need.
Books I’ve never finished
to the very end,
line my shelves waiting where…
I might pick them up again.
Scattered places in my life,
like pages I have marked,
call me back like folded pages
where once I left my heart!
Sooo I have a question…. As I start to go back and finally finish my book, for those of you who kind of know what my book is about (if you are interested you can go and look up Chapter One or… Would You Read This? in Search on my page and get a very rough draft of it.)
I am trying to finalize the Title…. I am thinking of changing it from Pieces Of The Circle to…. Folded Pages…. What do you guys think?