Love letter: dear books
We don’t all sing like typewriters.
Some of us deliver a text which is pondered in the heart.
I think there are silences louder than words.
Postcard: oil painting on the cover of a Victorian hymnal.
sent…with a little extra postage.
(I didn’t destroy the book for this postcard. When I found it in the “free” box at a car boot sale, all that was left was the cover.)
Below are some photos from my wellness journal workshop yesterday.
Since my own experience (here) I’ve been running wellness journal workshops with the most amazing people all struggling in various stages of treatment for cancer.
Some have never drawn a thing in their lives. One wonderful gal yesterday gave up her corporate job and decided to invest in her artistic talent full time, only to be diagnosed. This is the first time she picked up art again in over a year.
Want to make your own? Instructions here.
And, while I have a library here at home of over 1000 much loved books, I find time and time again that, when I save books, they save me right back. Book save, books heal and books inspire in so many different ways.