Emily Dickinson on Books (not a relative by the way!)

"He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings."

Emily Dickinson, Poems, pg 47 (1948)

Starting out

I have always admired those who blog and do it well and have resolved to begin myself. As I am such an incurable bookworm, this will be a definite theme. However I love to read books that describe the ordinary and everyday and I hope to write about this as well. One of my favourite passages in the bible is in Luke where he writes that Mary the Mother of Jesus pondered and treasured "all these things" in her heart. I wish to be a ponderer of the things that God shows to me of himself and a treasurer of his good gifts.