Getting Lost In A Bookshop
A timeless pleasure in a frantic world
Ah the joy of wandering aimlessly around numerous bookshops and stationery stores. Almost losing the day and all sense of time, among bookshelves that seemed to go on and on for miles.
For me entering a bookshop is like stepping into a sanctuary of stories.
Where time slows down and the outside world fades away.
As a child I was never fascinated by books. Strange considering that my mum was an English teacher. Reading was a chore, which makes me cringe even documenting that childhood memory. All those hours, days and years without a book in hand, I guess I was creating my own stories back then.
As the years have unfolded, books, stationery and the joy journaling, found me.
So to have my experiences and insights.With each book I peruse, the characters’ stories seem to become intwined with mine. the tales of triumphs, love, loss and resilience become poignant reminders of the human experience. More so now than ever, whilst I try and navigate the shit storm that is midlife!
The experience of …