I love libraries. Always have. It’s a combination of sensual delights, peace and organization that appeals to my nature. The comforting smell of paper and bindings, whimsical shafts of late afternoon sun laying geometric patterns on the floor, the idea that the whole world is available to me and the price of admission is a library card.
I think I’ve mentioned that I substitute teach in my local school district. Last week I had the opportunity to sub for the Librarian at a nearby elementary school. I was so excited. I got to read aloud to Kinder-folk and I dutifully spent time shelving books. Needless to say, I hardly considered any of this to be “work”.
As I shelved books into their rightful places, I had two trains of thought running through my head at the same time (thank goodness they were on opposite tracks). With the hundreds of authors and story lines staring me in the face I was thinking, “My God. It’s all been said. It’s all been done. There is no room for me, what am I doing?”
At the same time, I felt excited and inspired in a way I had not even imagined. If all of these people can do it, then so could I! It dawned on me that there is always room for one more. As well, I was inspired to keep the ball in my own court and move forward with my ambitions.
So my question for you, faithful Tumblemoose Clan, is:
When you go to a library are you intimidated by the stacks of authors who have “made it”? Do you see them as being the stars you cannot reach?











