Yesterday I finally straightened out my library. I found it to be a strange mixture of Gardening, Herbalism, Ecology, Botany, Beekeeping, Environmentalism, Ethics, Drawing, Interior Design, Transition, Native American history, Latin (!), etc. Also poetry and some novels (Harrison, Bass, Oliver).
At the moment I’m reading Ceremonial Time, Fifteen Thousand Years on One Square Mile by John Hanson Mitchell (my neighbor), several books on my town, Wayland and I’m rereading The Mind on Fire (brilliant biography of Emerson by Richardson) and Harrison’s The Road Home.
More is coming. I splurged a little on myself while shopping for family and ordered American Transcendenalism: A History (Philip Gura), The Shamanic Way of the Bee: Ancient Wisdom and Healing Practices of the Bee Masters by Simon Buxton, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West by Dee Brown, Life in the Soil: A Guide for Naturalists and Gardeners by James Nardi and finally, for my Kindle, I’m with the Bears, Short Stories from a Damaged Planet, ed. by Mark Martin. Mix it up, I say!
Across from the bookshelves – barely across – and bathing in the red glow of the morning sun shining through the red silk curtains, sits my massive desk, also freshly reorganized.
I’m going to add a row of pictures above the three drawings, but they need framing first. (Yes, that is still the Maisy sticker that Amie put there years ago.)