can you still hear
the soft clanking noise
that takes you back
to your childhood?
how can i
i loved these
as a child.
if i still
have them all –
i am sure
i lost a couple
over the years
and they got
get them all back
for back then,
i love getting mail. packages in particular. it always makes me feel like a child when i can rip open a cardboard box and stare at the goodies inside.
and once again, i couldn’t resist.
i discovered these two children’s books a couple of days ago… and they were so lovely, so beautiful and spoke so much truth, i had to have them. i didn’t expect it to be so easy to get my hands on them (since i’m in germany and the author is not), but surprisingly, it was. hail the mighty web!
so, Mrs. Jamcracker, i am delighted to have these two in my possession. thank you so much for sharing your wonderful stories.
new additions to my treasure chest! i am thrilled!
yes, i am obsessed with children’s books. they are – to me – among the most beautiful things in the world. how can anyone not love the simple clarity, the soft language and the precise, meaningful words, telling a wonderful story? instantly makes me feel warm and cosy… at home.
“Love you forever” is a masterpiece… it is to me.
i have to admit that not a week goes by where i don’t take it out of the bookshelf and give it – at least – a quick scan. so beautiful.
if i have children one day, i hope i will be brave enough to read it to them… because i have never managed to read through all of it without tears streaming down my face.
… how i miss him.
i ran into a copy of “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” this morning and of course I had to read it… over and over again.
it is truly fascinating how absolutely wonderful someone can describe the journey of life with such simple words… but can nonetheless give it a ton of meaning. i wasn’t lucky enough to have it read to me when i was a child, i discovered it at the age of 25… and instantly loved it.
i find it curious that it was first published in 1990, which makes it the last book Dr. Seuss published before his death. what a great way to say goodbye. i am thankful for this gift and i am sure i’m not the only one.
You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
… this part especially got my attention today. i feel it mirrors the state of mind the world is in right now – to perfection.
the deep breath before the…
plunge? elevation? end? new beginning? … i’m not sure. something.
and while we wait for something to happen, we just run in circles… or don’t move at all… because, hey, that’s what we know. it feels oh so familiar.