Over the weekend I found myself looking at my desk and clocking that I have 3 books on the go at the same time.
Each book I read and get to a place where I think – I shall consider what this book is saying and then I find myself not picking the book up again until the point I was reading has struck a chord, been seen or experienced in my day to day shenanigans or simply forgotten about.
I actually do not remember when I last read a book cover to cover.
Right now I find myself practising the silence I am learning about in the latest addition to the book pile. The other books have sat on the desk collecting dust.
Words, spelling and magic all string together nicely.
