I’ve heard it said the kitchen is the heart of the home.
I understand that. When my family gathers, no matter how inviting and comfortable the living room couches and chairs, we always gravitate to the kitchen. Here we find nourishment for both body and heart.
However, my home has a secret. It has a second heart, a library. In my home, these two places feed us whole—body, heart, mind, and spirit.
I am in love with libraries, and having one of my very own tickles me completely. I take great delight in saying, “I have a library in my home.”
My library is a small room, no more than ten feet by ten feet square. Three walls of books and a window in the fourth wall. The light coming in is gold and green, the result of summer sun filtering through layers of grape leaves. It’s cool in here right now, despite the noon heat outside.
Besides books, my library holds an old couch, extra pillows, and an afghan. There’s a narrow, wood table with two leaves that fold out if you need more space for important things like mugs of tea and a teapot, paper to write on, and pencils.
My library might be small but, like all libraries, it contains worlds, immense and uncountable, in each book that stands on the shelves around me. Here is treasure, beyond abundant, as endless as every imagination of every writer whose name shines on these beloved books.
My heart thrives in my library, just as surely as it thrives in my family kitchen. If home is where the heart is, I am doubly blessed and doubly home.
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The image at the top of this post is from the accordion fold sketchbook I created for the Brooklyn Art Library. The sketchbook is a secret garden, rather like my library, and if you’re curious about it you can find all the images at my art site. https://www.walkingowlstudio.ca/gallery/the_sketchbook_project_the_secre/