brainbutter xxi: reading-writing room / nursery

My wife and I – and BooButterWhatever inside her belly – have set up its nursery, we think now ready for a developing human. For you.

One of the main ingredients, we think: books.

Lots and lots of chances at reading, thinking, wondering, imagining, creating, scribbling, taking notes, making marks.

A room of communication possibilities. Shelves adorned with Seuss and others; Ray Peat articles in the dresser; Alan Watts’ lines framed on the walls; our own stories and conversations ready to be had in this room, too:

to fill the air with words, sounds, symbols, tones, vibrations, creativities, wild-ass-ities, love…

Beatles ready to hear; and soft sounds of nature; or Mumford & Sons; our cat squeeking as she jumps upon the rocker to sleep and purr (or slink around deftly) in this room, also.

Carl Sagan wrote:

What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.

And I write, here on this day:

Books! Things to throw, stack, or decorate a place. Or write in!! Or just to read and spur many other wonders too. Books!!! Brain fodder; or things to throw into a fire on a cold winter night – cuddling up with life, a well-written evening

My wife says, this morning (paraphrased by me):

Because to have a room filled with books, is a way to encourage many possibilities and interests, inlets to rivers of many worlds which you and I, or he or she, will be able to choose as we wish

And though tomorrow, we may say something different of ours or others’ dear books [or words], it appears we will continue to have them or write them, filling our home(s) – and our lives – with stories and things to think about.

To our newest family tag-along (coming soon):

What’s your favorite story – so far??

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Nothing is, it seems to me,

but what seems to be, to me. 

And what we have here, is perhaps

a love story.