words: the bone of thought

my title is a quote from someone, not sure who, that I really love. Genius! The bone of thought! I do love words. My vocabulary is a source of joy to me. I was thinking about how profoundly grateful I am that I was taught to read and write at such an early age...and so the written word in all it's varieties has grown with me, as an extension of myself. It is such an empowering skill in so many ways.
The other day me and Shawn took a trip into town together specifically to buy supplies that nourished my writing. I checked for notebooks and pens at the Pharmacy. They had some super simple varieties of notebooks...I passed them by and bought two packs of fresh pens. I wanted a special notebook. The only other place to check for notebooks in town was Mermaid Tales bookstore, but there was a sign on the door when we got there saying they were closed and would be back in 20 minutes. At this, impatient Shawn (a trait I understand well) just wanted to go home, but I suggested we go next door and enjoy a chai latte at Tuff Beans and wait. I was determined to get my writing supplies. I have endured too many years without a journal. Plus I wanted a special notebook to start off my book-writing.
Anyways, it was worth the wait of course. Mermaid Tales is a beeeautiful book shop. The kind of book shop where you want to buy the entire store. I found a little pink journal with a bird silhouette on a branch, and a gorgeous notebook with a Persian-designed hard cover...I can't describe it, but it's bronzy with sapphire blue touches. After the necessary purchases had been decided upon, I couldn't help but look around at the rest of the shop. I was immediately drawn to a large hardcover illustrated book of Faeries! It looked a lot like the faery flower book that I used to LOVE as a kid, only huge and hardcover, and the illustrations are AMAZING. It's no happy little faery book, there's a definite dark side to it. It's filled with legends and stories and information collected from places around Britain about faeries. I don't know what it is about those mystical magical type things that just draw me in...but they do! As soon as I saw that book, I knew I was buying it - it was pretty much instantaneous. And then as I was waiting to buy all that, I happened to glance at the display book beside the 'till. 'Becoming Animal' by David Abram. The owner of the shop saw me looking at it.
"I'll give that to you for the soft cover price," he offered. I took it. There is a definite danger of me shopping in a spontaneous mood and a purse full of cash.
But I got the book because it spoke to me, and it's a beautiful book. It speaks of connecting to the earth, which is something I'm all about. And it's written poetically.
Shawn bought a really awesome Yoga anatomy book written by a physician...I forget his name...who is one of those awesome enlightened medical practitioners who embrace healing as a whole, not just the mainstream scientific style. It teaches Yoga using the right side of the brain. Shawn's become really impassioned about Yoga since buying the book, and stretching every day. He might even teach some Yoga classes...which I find super super sexy to picture. I love seeing him become passionate about something. I mean, other than surfing that is.

As it turned out, going to the bookshop was what reminded us about the community meeting about Catface Mtn and what's going on there, which was the next night. And that was really good, because we almost certainly would have forgotten otherwise, and it felt so good to go to it and participate and become informed about issues I care about. If anyone wants to find out more about Catface and the copper mine they're proposing, there's a facebook group called No Copper Mine on Catface or something like that.