In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “On the Edge.”
Without a doubt, reading is the balm to my many emotions. Feeling or caring too much is never a problem when you read. You determine the timetable; the moment to open the spine is to decide how to open your heart. The moment you close a book, you close your eyes in settling the words into your mind. As you turn each page, you feel another leap in your soul because there is more to learn and your story continues. The characters are yours and shared from another who miraculously has the ability to cause to recognize yourself in a book that you never knew existed before. Even when it is returned, a book continues to walk with you, side by side, into an enhanced awareness never to be the same.
Such is the joy of reading and the preparation for it. It is a gathering of our senses – a warm cup of coffee or tea, a soft and soothing chair, sofa or bed, enough light to read but dimmed so that it does not overpower our focus on the one thing that engages us. We are drawn in and made a part of a group of other like-minded people whom we never knew existed. They welcome us and give us a seat at the banquet that reading becomes and we are never the same again.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my post. I hope that you enjoy your visit.