One of those things that left a mark on me.
The method is to shelve books by how they're associated in your head.
Clarissa Pinkola Estés says stories are medicine. I couldn’t agree more.
This bookcase, and this shelf, exists because I needed somewhere new to begin stacking up everything I had picked up during this transition period in my life.
Life is not over, and other necessary reminders.
These books make sense in my head, pirates, Morris, Marx, consequently I remember where all the books are in the house by lateral-thinking-location.
I love the random possibilities of them. I can pick any book, flip it open, and find inspiration.
Real stories about beloved books.
