I never know, as I make bookmarks, when one of them will pair perfectly with the jacket of a book I've borrowed from my local library.
Two days ago, in the dizzying swirl of an unusually busy day, with mind and body moving in one direction and another and another, I fell into the grace of inner stillness and deep satisfaction at the serendipity of having a two-year-old bookmark be exquisitely just the right partner for the book that was next in the stack on my nightstand.
Like having all my chakras lined up.
And fun!
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| book and bookmark hanging out together |
