Indy Reads

Indy Reads is a nonprofit bookstore run to support literacy programs for adults and families in Central Marion County and the City of Indianapolis.  This was my first visit and well worth a trip from anywhere in Central Indiana.  Paperbacks are $5.99 and hardbacks are $6.99 and they have rare books for sale as well.  Currently (1/12/2018) they have a complete set, five volumes, of Virginia Woolf’s Diary for $60.00.  And they have a great collection of Poetry….

I ended up purchasing some modern poet’s books I had never read before and whose style I enjoyed by a quick glance.

Nicholas Christopher The Creation of the Night Sky
Carolina Ebeid You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior
Chuck Carlise In One Version of the Story
Catherine Barnett the game of boxes

Indy Reads has a quality children’s book section. Do note the children’s books are not organized in any fashion so you should plan on spending some time looking through the shelves of books.

They have a Facebook page, a website, and always need volunteers.  Oh, not to forget, they enthusiastically support local artists and writers with ongoing programs and opportunities to display works for sale.  If you ever find yourself in Indy, do stop by.

Ascend (a photo challenge)

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I would love to know what squirrels think, when they see a person walk by, who suddenly stops when they hear their chatter above; stop, dig, reach in, snap, stare and stare and stare. Move along… For any length of time, no doubt, that squirrel is surveying an escape route. But you must question why the squirrel said anything to begin with, if he did not want company?

Not to worry, I did not ascend that tree.

Absence (makes the heart grow fonder?)

These two books just appeared in my mailbox a few minutes ago. They are still cold from the frigid air, but it won’t take long to warm them up.

I have not had a new Yalom book to read, in forever!! I was beside myself to order these books (published 2015/1996 respectively) and I am off to read…

Let you know when I come up to breathe. 😁 And if you are on Goodreads, lets connect. Here is where I am

Each book, a door. A door I never want to shut.

Labor Day Utopia (brain toils)

Our brain toils
to educate
be apolitical
gain knowledge

one can hope
we can hunger for truth
make peace with ourselves,
as people being selfish.

I understand some see Gandhi or Mandela, even MLK as being selfless.  Mother Theresa.  Or were they?  They labored hard, demonstrated how selfish we are.

If time could stand still a bit, we all took a breath, ….

Great, it is Labor Day (in America) which means we can rest and recoup and take a breather…  Or maybe not.

I pray some day,
we all see the need,
a need for nothing more
than the air we breath,
on Labor Day.

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“In the year 2025, the best men don’t run for president, they run for their lives. . . .”
― Stephen King, The Running Man

Just some thoughts because a Utopian Society has never worked.  Jeanne

seeking and finding

It is wonderful some of us are happy.
The rest live in pain.

What we fail to realize, in order to feel well,
are the tragedies that continue in the name of peace.

What we hold onto, despite the horrors,
behaviors ingrained and never changed.

What if we found beauty in all things
even those we retreat from in shock?

There is no condemnation in circumstances. If we step back and criticize ourselves, learn something about our humanness, we would recognize, no matter our beliefs, we fail to measure up in love. Love of all. An opportunity exists to stop and pause, consider what it means to be alive. A moment to realize, it is us that needs to heal.

Those who walk in a path of wisdom,
Those who face themselves in the mirror,
Those who are willing to consider they are wrong,
They are the ones who win.

The story of the woman at the well is an inspirational tale. Everyone turned away from her ugliness and Jesus turned towards her with great compassion. He listened. Love wins hearts and hope spurns us on. How many people are lost in this world? Who will we choose to listen and hear? We are meant to share the good and the bad. We must never turn away in fear.

We often walk through darkness to realize what is light. The beauty of life is disguised. The moon shines, but what does it hide? The wow moments catch our breath. Blessings, time to refresh so we can face the absurdity. For me they are mountains and oceans and feeling the sun on my face. The dark moments highlight human compassion, show us people are real.

“Some stories have to be written because no one would believe the absurdity of it all.”

“Insanity is everyone expecting you not to fall apart when you find out everything you believed in was a lie.”
“The most introspective of souls are often those that have been hurt the most.”
–Sharon L. Adler
Then, after three days they found Jesus in the temple, sitting in the midst of the teachers, both listening to them and asking them questions. Luke 2:46
We all are afraid of something. Be well, J

 

Beginnings are the endings

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March 1967 came in like a lamb, tulips and daffodils bloomed and the sun shone through the shadows. I, swaddled in blankets, kept my hands from sin. 

Limbs thrashing, paws open to the winds of change, March 1967 disappeared into the atmosphere atop a lion’s back, growls trembling and claws gnashing through the days.

I am open to the winds of change.  Today, feeling let down by circumstance, I swaddle myself, realizing I am pain and bandages. Days of lions chasing lambs and lambs conquering lions, self-inflicted wounds. What day approaches when the lion peacefully lies down with the lamb?

Then she knew, beginnings are the endings.