Today the sun is out. Fresh air and a change of view feel terribly appealing. I have a book on hold at the public library. I’ll go pick it up.
I walk into the library and head for the circulation desk. As I walk, I hear in my mind the words ‘creation space’.
Oho. I get it. There is library magic arising. Picking up the book on hold was only an excuse to get me here. The real reason I am here—to write a blog post about libraries and creation space. I borrow my book, join the librarian in praising the sunny day, then look for one of my favourite reading-writing-imagining spots.
And now here I am, writing. I have a round table all to myself. Books, Ipod, my canvas pencil case with the words ‘I like big books’ stencilled on it, pencils, and paper are scattered around me. Total happiness.
I love libraries. Libraries are home to me. My favourite place in school and university was always the library. The public library saw me, my sister, and my brother every Saturday, trading our piles of borrowed books for new piles of borrowed books. Even through summer holidays, I never missed my weekly exchange of old words for new.
I love reading and writing and daydreaming in the library, but a library is more than a physical creation space. A library gives me heart and mind space. For me, a library is an entire universe of thought and imagination. Every book on the shelves is a star, a planet, a solar system all its own where I can live if I choose. I and my imagination have joyous permission and example from every writer whose books live on these shelves. Their ideas and words whisper to me, “Come and play.”
I never say no to this invitation. I know magic arises every time I say yes.
Sometimes I need a creation space wider than my studio and my single imagination. Sometimes I need to connect with other imaginations. A library is a space of all possibility. Wandering along the shelves in the public library, I introduce myself to new-to-me writers and new-to-me ideas. We connect, and my world expands. What I thought was possible becomes infinite.
Yes, libraries, I love you. Thank you for your gifts of infinite creation space and magic.