I’ve quieted down my life quite a bit in the last years, reading fewer books, listening to less music, putting the TV in the closet, and generally cleaning up the clutter. So after a simple dinner last night, I took a walk through my Old Town neighborhood here and found myself at an old familiar place: Barbara’s Bookstore.
As I walked around in this old hangout, I found titles of interest, but nothing that just HAD to be picked up, flipped through, dug into… much less, purchased. I think I’m just not trusting books in the ways that I used to. Meanwhile, Bruce Springsteen was playing in the background. Apparently I still do trust The Boss, because I sat for some time pretending to be looking at books, just so I could listen to the music. On the edge between thought and sensation, I am more and more choosing, trusting, sensation.
