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Back again!

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Instead of contemplating for many, many, many hours how to restart my blog, I am just going to restart it. Do you ever do that?  Just spend so much time deciding the best way to do something…that you never do it?  That used to be one of my strongest talents- I think it is called analysis paralysis.  But that is now in my past…ok so maybe the past has only been five minutes, but this is a blog about moving forward!

This specific blog is called Tea, Book, Dog, or TBD.  I love anything regarding tea and books.  In fact, I would state that I am the quintessential bibliophile.  If it is about books, deals with books, or is a book- I am a happy camper! 

Now we come to my dog.  My dog is the love of my life.  If you have not heard me wax poetical about her- just give me time!

But the best part of this blog (if I can say that after tea and my pup) is the title TBD.  Because that is how I feel about the next adventure in my life- it is to be determined. 

Thanks for reading- much love,

Sandy

Nantucket Bookworks in the Fall

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Front of Nantucket Bookworks Store

When I visit a new place, one of the things I love to do is pop into any bookstores or tea shops in the area. I had the opportunity to visit Nantucket Island off the coast of Massachusetts a few days ago and found a gem of a bookstore. Nantucket Bookworks is a lovely and fun store that not only offers a lovely selection of books, it also offers what we, book lovers, enjoy most: a fertile landscape for the imagination.  

Nantucket Bookworks creates an atmosphere that …you wish to wander and explore. There are knick-knacks and bowls full of items that stir the mind to contemplate, ‘Why is this here?  What is its purpose? What could I use it for?’  For instance, as I began to explore the bookshelves, I came across a small bowl of tiny loose clock hands.  My mind immediately tried to reconcile why this was here…this is not a clock store…what else could these be used for?  Is there a symbolic meaning? Could it remind us how time can stand still or move quickly while enjoying a good book? Or how a good book can invite us to travel through time and visit foreign places while sitting at home?   Or is it meant to be even more existential…what is time when it comes to enjoying literature or just contemplating life? Or is it just a quirky little bowl full of tiny metal clock hands?

 
Entry to Children’s Nook through a book shelf
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