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We keep interacting with each other, connecting—The elements and I. As I drove down the open road, lined with colorful, rustic homes, plentiful with trees and flowers, I felt that same goose bump feeling I felt the other day. I could feel the sun on my bare arm hanging out the window, while I handled the steering wheel with my right. I could feel the little hairs on my arms, not quite at a goose bump, but right before, a tingling sensation, as the sun warmed me.

I was on my way to the library to check out a few books. I arrived a few moments before they opened and noticed a book sale was going on. I usually get excited when I see library book sales, but not this time. I walked in to a crowd of people swarming, with their bags in hand, stuffing books inside, filling to the brim for only $5. I quickly peeked and saw familiar titles, but after unloading lots of books of my own these past, months, weeks—I am trying to utilize the library and my Kindle more, rather than going hog wild whenever I see cheap books. I know now that if I do that, they will only collect dust and I’m tired of collecting dust. I love library books anyway and I especially enjoy a trip to the independent bookstore or perusing the back issues of Bookmarks magazine from the library. The current issue is usually checked out.

I miss the way the old temporary library was set up while they were building the new one. It seemed that there was a more personal touch. I miss the books that they would pull out and display. It seemed that someone put great care into selecting those books, books they felt worthy of someone bumping into and reading. I found a few books that were just right for me that way.

One book I did find in the “New” section of the library last week was Love in Mid Air by Kim Wright. Another debut novel. I was intrigued with how the story would unfold. It’s about a married woman who is on a flight back home and she meets a married man on this flight. She wasn’t supposed to be in the seat next to him, and he wasn’t even supposed to be on this flight. Neither of them is exactly happy with their marriage. You can imagine what could happen, what does happen. I appreciated the insights the author brought to the story about marriage and friendship. She adds fine details that made it feel real. But some of those details, I can see not settling well with some readers. I didn’t mind. I gobbled the novel up and finished it quick—I was so curious about whether she could save her marriage and how. I don’t usually read these types of books, but the suspense of it and the reality of it was enough. What I mean by I don’t usually read these types of books is that I usually shy away from ‘love stories,’ but perhaps it’s because I feel in a more open and balanced place that I am able to dive in; perhaps because I have opened my heart and jumped long and wide into this great chasm—this great ocean of mystery and feeling and…

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Nice to see you Rebb. I have

Nice to see you Rebb. I have friends who are married and who met on a flight! Like your description of driving along with the window open - can relate. mx

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Always nice to see you, m.

Always nice to see you, m. Ah, so people really do meet on planes and get married! Yes, somehow, I can see you driving in your bug down the winding paths, music turned up, and soaking it all in...wonderful isn't it... :)

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ah you remembered the

ah you remembered the bug............just purchased a small pillow for the rear window that has love embroidered on it and part of it is the American flag-it works as I am always allowed into traffic with smiles and nods and gentle waves, oh and the music keeps playing, lately its been earth wind and fire ''after the love is gone'' strange what my kids put on my ipod. mx

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Interacting with the

Interacting with the elements --- that is exactly as I always envision you, Rebb. Conscious of the moment.
Wise move to check books out as opposed to surrounding yourself with (gulp!) thousands --- well, thousands for some of us anyway. Still, they make great insulation against the Maine winters! Mx

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Yes, sometimes, I feel like

Hi Mara, Yes, sometimes, I feel like I could fall right into those moments, curl up right inside the bud of the flower or climb onto the coo of the crow--it's like the gong of the bell for me. There is a church that I pass from time to time. I don't see it, but I hear it; it has the most beautiful bell that tolls on the hour. When I'm near enough to hear it, I stop and breathe--how I love moments like that! I imagine those thousands of books make great insulation indeed!