A temple where I can worship my passion – A trip to the book store!

Today, I trekked through the rain with two, of my four children, holding onto their little hands, as I pushed through the heavy glass doors of a book store. We crossed over the threshold into a new world, leaving the dreary, stormy day behind. The store was buzzing inside. Clusters of people were rummaging through clearance piles, others were waiting on a  winding line for their overpriced lattes, employees were attempting to rearrange the displays while being solicited for help by confused customers. Every wall, table and aisle was covered with intriguing titles of my next possible read. Crisp pages bounded together by glossy covers flirted with me, as I strolled past each aisle. My eyes scanned the shelves, top to bottom, occasionally pausing to pluck a contender out of its assigned place. I began to inspect it, briefly skimming through the details of the protagonists, the plot and setting. Is this where I want to be swept away?  It can be so difficult to decide.

In this space, my heart is awakened by the creative energy bleeding through each book, a temple where my passion can worship alike individuals. So much more to me than a store, a home for creativity and where I hope my work can one day live, standing tall among its peers and winking at each person as they stroll by.

Lost in this thought, I am in total bliss.

I purchased Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty for book club.

Photo Credit: http://www.bncollege.com/retail/stores-within-our-stores/tech-store/