I have a thing about bookshelves; they have magnetic power over me. The volumes that line certain bookshelves have the potential to change the world. Of course, one has to read the books first. I visited the St. Francis House of Prayer meditation center not long ago. I wandered around the grounds and throughout the house. Each room offered sacred space with panoramic vistas of the rural countryside, but I planted myself, with a cup of orange spiced tea, in the room with the books. They called to me as they always do. “Read us,” they said, and “we will show you heaven on earth.” And I believed them. I have a thing about bookshelves; they have magnetic power over me. The volumes that line certain bookshelves have the potential to change the world. Of course, one has to read the books first. I visited the St. Francis House of Prayer meditation center not long ago. I wandered around the grounds and throughout the house. Each room offered sacred space with panoramic vistas of the rural countryside, but I planted myself, with a cup of orange spiced tea, in the room with the books. They called to me as they always do. “Read us,” they said, and “we will show you heaven on earth.” And I believed them. I have a thing about bookshelves; they have magnetic power over me. The volumes that line certain bookshelves have the potential to change the world. Of course, one has to read the books first. I visited the St. Francis House of Prayer meditation center not long ago. I wandered around the grounds and throughout the house. Each room offered sacred space with panoramic vistas of the rural countryside, but I planted myself, with a cup of orange spiced tea, in the room with the books. They called to me as they always do. “Read us,” they said, and “we will show you heaven on earth.” And I believed them. I have a thing about bookshelves; they have magnetic power over me. The volumes that line certain bookshelves have the potential to change the world. Of course, one has to read the books first. I visited the St. Francis House of Prayer meditation center not long ago. I wandered around the grounds and throughout the house. Each room offered sacred space with panoramic vistas of the rural countryside, but I planted myself, with a cup of orange spiced tea, in the room with the books. They called to me as they always do. “Read us,” they said, and “we will show you heaven on earth.” And I believed them. I have a thing about bookshelves; they have magnetic power over me. The volumes that line certain bookshelves have the potential to change the world. Of course, one has to read the books first. I visited the St. Francis House of Prayer meditation center not long ago. I wandered around the grounds and throughout the house. Each room offered sacred space with panoramic vistas of the rural countryside, but I planted myself, with a cup of orange spiced tea, in the room with the books. They called to me as they always do. “Read us,” they said, and “we will show you heaven on earth.” And I believed them.

I have a thing about bookshelves; they have magnetic power over me. The volumes that line certain bookshelves have the potential to change the world. Of course, one has to read the books first.

I visited the St. Francis House of Prayer meditation center not long ago. I wandered around the grounds and throughout the house. Each room offered sacred space with panoramic vistas of the rural countryside, but I planted myself, with a cup of orange spiced tea, in the room with the books. They called to me as they always do. “Read us,” they said, and “we will show you heaven on earth.” And I believed them.

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  1. Date Posted Icon 21st February 2011
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