Most of the time, it's the content of a book that you get really attached to but once in a while the actual physical item that is a book is just as much of a treasure.
Emma's in archery class with me. She picked up Zen in the Art of Archery in Turkey. I've borrowed it from her. Interesting read but the story behind it is even better.
It sounds like Turkey was one crazy trip. Hot air ballooning. An underground city built into the caves with thousands of churches. Bizarro natural formations. Still, when one's tired of adventures for the day, a good book is an important part of a vacation. Emma was dissatisfied with hers.
At the hostel in Istanbul, there was a take-a-book, leave-a-book table. And right on the top, canary yellow so she couldn't miss it, was the book for her. The universe sang in harmony for a sec.
Bye, old book. Emma jumped right into Zen and the Art of You Know, and she got right into it. I can just picture her reading under the covers with a flashlight when a chunk of the roof crumbled onto her in another hostel in Kapadokya. It was one of these built into a cave places, so this is just something that happens. You know. Anyway, she'll tell you it's dated and not so politically correct but the universe did a little more singing when it reflected back to her what she came to archery for. All I can say is, "Whoa. Ultimate reality. Heavy."
Emma's in archery class with me. She picked up Zen in the Art of Archery in Turkey. I've borrowed it from her. Interesting read but the story behind it is even better.
It sounds like Turkey was one crazy trip. Hot air ballooning. An underground city built into the caves with thousands of churches. Bizarro natural formations. Still, when one's tired of adventures for the day, a good book is an important part of a vacation. Emma was dissatisfied with hers.
At the hostel in Istanbul, there was a take-a-book, leave-a-book table. And right on the top, canary yellow so she couldn't miss it, was the book for her. The universe sang in harmony for a sec.
Bye, old book. Emma jumped right into Zen and the Art of You Know, and she got right into it. I can just picture her reading under the covers with a flashlight when a chunk of the roof crumbled onto her in another hostel in Kapadokya. It was one of these built into a cave places, so this is just something that happens. You know. Anyway, she'll tell you it's dated and not so politically correct but the universe did a little more singing when it reflected back to her what she came to archery for. All I can say is, "Whoa. Ultimate reality. Heavy."
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