I love books. I have strange relationship with them, though. I love them all, and yet they keep leaving me for one reason or another. I’ve had books stolen, books sold because of financial hardship, books lost in a fire and books that just plain disappeared off the face of the planet. They probably went where all of the left socks and lost ballpoint pens go. These problems in maintaining my book relationships used to cause me a lot of worry. Now, I don’t worry about lost books anymore.
Stories Have A Life Of Their Own
After many, many years, I have come to the conclusion that the stories inside of books have a life of their own. This is also seen in some cultures like many Native American tribes, where storytelling or listening to someone else’s story is a vital part of healing. A story can get you ready for healing. However, a story is not going to hang around where it isn’t wanted. But it will always seem to come back into your life somehow just when you really need it. It won’t come back when you really WANT it, but will come back when you really need it. So, if you loose a favorite book, don’t worry — it will come back in its own good time.
Now, I’m only talking about the stories or information within the books. I’m not talking about anything else you might have kept in the book. When the book comes back to you, it’s often not in the same edition. But the important bits will come back.
For Example
I had a substantial book collection in America before I decided to move to England. I managed to sell a lot of the books and gave some away. When I was in England, I missed them terribly. But whenever I’d try to buy a replacement book in England, something would happen to that book — flood, fire or my (now) ex.
When I got back from England, I discovered that my Mom kept one book out of my substantial horse book collection, (one of the many "Encyclopedia of the Horse" books that came out in my youth). Now, it wasn’t my favorite by any means, but it was so great to see just one had survived all of these years, waiting for me to come back to America, in a milk crate in Mom’s basement (where I now live).
Later on, I discovered that a local library was giving away some old and "well-loved" books. I managed to find three more horse books from my collection. I don’t think they were the exact same books, (one is a different edition), but they still have the same words, the same illustrations and even the same cover art. It felt like they came back to me on their own, even though my logical side says it is all a massive coincidence.
So that’s why I can say confidently not to worry about losing any books — they’ll find a way of coming back when you need them the most.
Hope this helps
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