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We carry memories and they can bubble up like a joyful spring….

Liverpool Central Library

I went along to a new meeting today of ‘The Laid Back Writers Group’ and much to my delight it was held in Liverpool’s Central Library. This building has the power to take your breath away and it is inspiring to walk through the doors and breathe it all in.

There were sixteen of us in the group and there was an immediate bond of trust. It’s like an unspoken code. You put yourself out there with anything you produce creatively and it takes courage to sit there and read it out loud. There was kindness flowing with encouraging and supportive comments. We are all learning from each other and there was a wide array of talent in the room. This regular monthly Sunday meeting will be going into my diary and now there are emails pinging back and forth as strangers become friends.

On impulse I went to the reception desk as we all left and asked if I could join. ‘Of course you can’ was the immediate reply and as I filled out the form I chatted to the ladies there. I was given a choice of library cards and mine is purple with a heart on it and the words ‘I love my library’. I pottered back upstairs and chose some fabulous knitting and crochet pattern books. Gentle warning to those I love: you may be gifted sausage dog draft excluders, house door stops and owl lavender sachets. Just saying…..

As I walked out in the afternoon Spring sunshine a memory floated up that was so clear I paused and rested on the steps a while. When I was eight years old my Grandad (Dad’s Dad) lent me his library card and took me along to the library near him and Granny to choose some books. I remember that feeling of excitement that I could read all these books, as I stood there holding his hand. Libraries have been a gift ever since. Emily and I used to spend hours in them as each week, from when she was a tiny tot, we used to go to Storytime and choose the books for her bedtime stories to bring home with us. When she was little and I used to make things, it was always the library I turned to for recipes, patterns and research. The first time Em showed me round her University and we stood in the library, we could have stayed there for hours. Our shared love of the ‘word’ stood us in good stead whenever she called and said ‘Mum please can I read you my latest essay?’ My Mum and I are always swopping books and talking about the latest one we are reading. Texts of ‘I have just found a great book for you’ are frequent and I have a wonderful memory of her head popping round my bedroom door as she would say ‘Where are you up to then? as my nose was buried in the latest one. I’d tell her and her reply was always ‘Ohhhh you wait, the best is yet to come’. My treasured friend Chris Moran and I often wish each other ‘Goodnight, sweet dreams’ as we head off to read our latest discovery. It’s such a lovely way to end the day.

My purse is guaranteed to make me smile, as each time I open it now there will be a purple ‘heart’ card inside that holds inspiration and limitless possibilities.

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Autumn, a time of re-birth, imagination floating free and anything being possible….

A feel of Winter in the air,
Leaves spinning to the ground,
Rich vibrant colours in view,
And energy giving rise to beginnings.

Autumn a time for re-birth,
Imagination floating and running free,
A hint of all that could be,
A place in time for possibilities and the new.

Time to assess a year nearly passed,
Holding those dreams close,
Making plans and stepping forward,
Burnishing belief that all is as it should be.


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