Life is defined as the presence of energy in its many intricate and brilliantly complex forms. I am just a traveler and observer here, carving out and exploring the many beautiful ways in which to live my life to its fullest.
Ahhh…it is snowing outside (56” of snow here in the last week) and the flurry of the season is here! We have decorations up in our home and the live tree is ready to be adorned this weekend under much pomp and circumstance which includes warm beverages in-hand, loads of sparkly*twinkly lights, and Christmas music filling the air. Fa la la la la…and such.
I love the bustle and cheer this time of year and there is a special gift of what is offered in small towns during the holiday season. Findley Lake, NY is an itty bitty town by most standards, but it offers up a healthy dose of great shopping, fine dining, and some of the most hospitable people on this great planet of ours. It was also the home of my fabulous little bookshop, Blu Saige Books. Yes. It was fabulous and I am a very proud mamma of what we created there, especially the connections. My Office Manager Emily and I often think about our little bookshop during this window of time between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Eve and we become a bit nostalgic for the shop and customers who frequented it, for the stacks of catalogs and NYT Book Reviews upon the desk and the flurry of unpacking boxes of new Stonewall Kitchen, Eeboo, Magnetic Poetry, miscellaneous gift items, and books. To a bibliophile, there is nothing like the sound of cracking open a box of brand new books…and then there’s the smell…I imagine a heroin addict would have a better time resisting their addiction.
Next to the month of July, this was the busiest and most financially rewarding time of the year. We were open seven days a week during the holidays and were grateful for the incredible amount of support our little shop received from locals and travelers alike. It filled a great space for conversation about local politics or to discuss matters of the heart over a hot cup of coffee. I loved the constant sound of my shop bells ringing (yes, I kept my shop bells for sentimental motives) and the bright smiles of everyone coming through with red-stained noses and cheeks from the cold. It never ceased to amaze me how happy everyone was there and please believe me; I’ve worked big-box retail during the holidays where…ah hem…not every customer is always so jolly!
I loved sharing my shop with my customers but I’ll let you in on a little secret that I have not shared with many. One of my favorite times of the day was after I closed. I’d pour myself a cup of tea, let the stereo on to pipe the holiday tunes I’d set for the day as I would straighten the tables and shelves. The lamps would be systematically turned off so that the only light remaining would be from the strings of white lights in the front window and in the door frames between each of the four rooms of the store. And here is where the magic began. I’d grab a seat in one of my nooks and sit among the books to listen for a while. What did I hear? Well, I can’t share all of my secrets can I?
Until next time, I offer these words of wisdom for better or for worse. Please take them with a grain of salt, for we each live our own individual truths. Our mission while we are here is to understand, accept, and celebrate that one very simple, but incredibly significant fact. For all this I am grateful.