the danger is / locked in a steady roll
– away from the blackened peaks –
approaching the brilliant blue
watched by all / but felt by few.
Published in 1921, this title caught my eye immediately.
“The purpose of this little book is to present the chief features in the strange story of the pebbles; and so of the larger pebble we call the earth. It is hoped that readers of various ages will be entertained, without suspecting they are being taught.” And, so the Preface goes….
This is a geology book that aims to teach through the personification of a pebble!
An excerpt from Chapter V: The Fairyland of Change:
“Ahem! Ahem! (Pebble coughing.)
I caught cold some several million years ago and I haven’t got over it yet. That’s why I am a granite pebble instead of a slate pebble, or a sandstone pebble, or anything common.
It’s a part of the story of the fairyland of change, this cold of mine.”
I found a fully digitized version of the book here:
I also found that this book is considered “culturally important” by various publishing companies.
Hallam Hawksworth also wrote “The Adventures of a Grain of Dust.”
I only briefly browsed through this book, but found the musings of a pebble to be quite enjoyable.
“No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time!” -Lewis Carroll
The seasons have changed from winter into spring since my last post, and much has blossomed on the landscape, as well within my life. I have started down a completely new and different path than when I started this blog to document my Thailand journey.
An iris blooming outside my house.
As it goes with most things, my international excursions did not turn out the way I had hoped. But, alas, such is life, so I adapted, shifted, and steered myself toward a new horizon, which is brightly lit with colors of hope, resilience, wildness, and freedom.
Seeking a new-state-of-mind after being threatened to be sent to the infectious disease department of the CDC because of the awful parasite I brought back with me from Thailand, I launched myself into figuring out my next step. Recuperating and sadly unemployed, I knew I wanted to focus on something long-term and permanent, which is the exact opposite of my seasonal National Park Service days.
Getting ready for a days work!
The National Park Service is where my heart will always belong, but, as I mentioned above, sometimes things just don’t work out the way you want them to. So, if not with the NPS, then where?
For as long as I can remember, I have loved books. They have been an escape from reality into worlds created by imaginative authors who want you to tumble down the rabbit hole with them. And I gladly fling myself over the edge every time I crack a new cover. So, when I found myself jobless at the beginning of the year with no real idea of where to start looking or what to persue, I asked myself where I spend the majority of my time? Libraries and bookstores.
And then in March, an opportunity arose to become a part of the library team at the University of Denver. I jumped at it. I now spend my days supervising students, wandering the stacks, and searching for lost books. Every work day, I stumble upon curious titles, odd cover art, and fascinating themes. I am loving every moment of it. It satisfies my deep love of the written word.
The University of Denver campus before spring arrived.
So, I have decided to reboot this blog and transform it into an odyssey of authors that I admire, titles that pique my interest, and whatever happenings that come my way as I travel down the road as a librarian.
I invited folks to follow along on my Thailand experiences, but I now invite you to delve into the world of books. Let’s take a journey into words.
the Sound of Silence in the / lofty heights,
careful not to tread on
areas of darkness.
do Not disturb those who sit content and quiet…..
…hushed / you will find the
story unfold before you.
/ in my own backyard /
– a smooth sky bumping against the boundary of rugged rock,
brilliantly placed in a durable outline /
the color of / red mud mixes
with my foot print /
leaving my resilient impression.