I’m sitting in the very last row of the non-fiction section of my library, which isn’t saying much since the non-fiction section is only two full shelves. Okay, it’s three, but the over-sized books are over somewhere else. I’m reading my new copy of Foolsgold by Susan G. Wooldridge, which is silly because over in the 130’s of the non-fiction is the library copy. I could have just picked up that copy since I have borrowed it numerous times, but I am so in love with my own copy, I had to bring it.
Chapter 32 of Foolsgold, titled ‘foolsgold and ethel’s landing’, talks about finding a spot you find peaceful and removed. Just a corner or nook (I love the word nook) that you can pause and be in your own realm. Fill it with a cushion or chair and settle in. Pause. Maybe do nothing at all.
For me, this last row in the library is that spot. I can usually sprawl out here and not be bothered, though just as I wrote that, Bev, a friend, has ‘intruded’ into this space to look for a book in the 900’s for the library. Or maybe herself.
I like this spot because it doesn’t get much traffic. To the right of me are all the poetry books and to the left are literature and travel. Shakespeare and books on New York. Plato and The Places in Between by Rory Stewart. Hold on, I have to see what that book is about. Ooh, sounds interesting; about a man walking across Afghanistan in 2002. Maybe a winter reading book. The title fits with the Foolsgold chapter, for in there, Ethel’s Landing is the stairs landing Susan’s mother has her spot. And landings are neither up nor down, but between.
I love my spot and I would love to add a cushion, a couple of candles and a pot of tea. Just
set up and stay. I like hearing all the sounds from the library around me. People tapping on the computers out at the front, the murmur of conversations. It’s homey. I should look into bringing a cushion to sit on so I’m not on the floor, but at the same time, I kind of like it the way it is.
I don’t get to sit in my spot all that often. Usually I’m in a hurry or I’m browsing the library so I don’t just go settle down and unwind. Life is so incredibly busy that I don’t feel like I have the right to sit and separate myself from what’s going on around me. The thing is, I only need about ten to fifteen minutes in the back of that row and I’ll have a whole session of relaxing tingles that unwind me, a few random thoughts, maybe glancing through a magazine. It doesn’t take much to really do nothing but be there. Who knows, maybe I would be more writing productive if I were to pause there once a week when I stop in at the library.