This crossed my mind this morning as I opened a book that I had read some years ago and the bookmark fell out.

Many people say that re-reading a book can transport you back to a time or place, reminding you of the emotions of where you were at that time, it absolutely does, a bit like hearing a piece of music. What I find also increases those feelings are the bookmarks. Stay with me….

I rarely buy bookmarks, instead I pick up a postcard or maybe a business card, leaflet or picture from where I am when I need to keep my page, so when I go back to that book as I did this morning the feeling of sitting outside a coffee shop in Thailand, drinking iced coffee and feeling the sun on my back is real again, all because I’d used my train ticket to keep my page and once I’d got off the train I headed for a lovely little coffee shop overlooking the railway station. It’s an added bonus to my day. In fact I may just go and check out some of my other old books and take a trip this afternoon. All from my own sofa.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.


3 thoughts on “Bookmarks

  1. Good morning Steph,

    How are you this morning? Fresh faced and bushy tailed? πŸ˜‰

    I’m told it’s Sunday? It could be any day – after last weekend I’ve been in a dream and largely oblivious to the days of the week, and I love the feeling of confusion that has overwhelmed me…it is energising, invigorating, verdruous πŸ™‚

    I had another look through several more boxes looking for pamphlets but came up blank yet again. I’ve moved nearly 50 times thus far and whittle my possessions down each time to those absolutely necessary for the journey ahead. I’d imagine if any leaflets had remained with me whilst transient they are now long gone as to a journal I used to keep of the places I have lived in and the towns I have passed through. I don’t need those memories anymore…life is about what lies ahead and using what we learn to help us make the most of those years. I want mine to always be golden, don’t you Steph? πŸ™‚

    the ‘Happiness Jar’ – apart from being a wonderful idea – would also make for a great book title πŸ™‚ I like the whimsy of the happiness jar, the gentle way it’ll sway thoughts and inject memories into the immediacy of the moment. I imagine I do something very similar with all the little treasures I always seem to ‘find’ on my path when out walking. The range of items is bewildering and each is imbued with symbolic significance and meaning: each has a reason why I find it and I must solve the riddle there-in to move on. It is my simple reverie πŸ™‚ I also find pondering these finds a very useful way of focussing thoughts and establishing connections leading to stories.

    Do you think ‘collecting’ per se, or saving souvenirs is common with writers?

    The music, thank you πŸ™‚ Whilst it did not evoke quite the same magic as it most likely did for you, I enjoyed it and sat with eyes closed withering in the tropical heat whilst being fanned by palms. The song was not quite what I was expecting…I thought it might be something more traditional. I wondered if a translation were available for the lyrics? Do you speak the language or is the song memorable just because of what it is and where you were? The date shown for publication on You Tube is 2010. Was that the golden year you went?

    I think it adorable that you’ve kept Love letters alongside other emotive nik-naks. Are the letters taken out of envelope wraps and read often or kept bound within an album or shoe box for posterity? πŸ™‚ I have one or two items from the past that don’t ever get put aside when I move but these are few and far between. Each move forward is a clean slate tos tart anew.

    Well Steph, tis close to 1:30a.m and now way passed my bedtime. As such I shall bid thee ‘good day’ and wish you brightest blessings for the new week ahead. Perhaps as we are following the Eclipse, this will be a very powerful week for you πŸ˜€

    Until next time…keep a smile on your dial. Take care in all ways for always,

    Namaste πŸ™‚



  2. Good afternoon Steph,

    A fascinating little post that had me going through the bookshelves eager to find lost memories between pages of some dusty tome. I love the idea of memories served in the way you have described: how one small item can unfold an entire novel’s worth of reflection, and all from the comfort of your sofa πŸ™‚

    So do tell…what adventures prevailed whilst in Thailand? What year was this? You have left us all wondering as to the ‘details’. Hmmm? πŸ˜‰

    I’m now sat here pondering the front the front cover of a book I ‘brought back’ from Turkey…a holiday to Side many years ago. Its a collection of old sci-fi stories with this robotic looking dude on the cover. Whilst there are no ‘souvenirs’ between its pages, it serves well as a prompt for recalling a wonderful two weeks and all that ensued…including meeting the bust of Hermes and travelling to Cappadocia. Both were amazing experiences. I thought whilst I looked on the shelves and dug through an odd box or two there may also have been an item remaining from my 21st birthday in Ibiza ( lol πŸ˜‰ ) but alas what treasures may have survived that encounter are now long gone. Ah well, it just means there’s now room to gather more memorabilia of the many wonderful years still left to come.

    What other nik-naks and treasures do you keep Steph? I was reading a post just the other day discussing old Love Letters and the fact that no-one writes them anymore in this current digital age. I think I have a few from long ago far away once upon a time. Oh, the heady days of youth, how quickly they are taken from us…but how soon we come to realise that in our heart we always remain verdurous and living as though it were the weekend every freakin night! lol πŸ™‚

    I have no song to offer today. Would you like one? Or better still, why not choose a track to take you back to that Thailand shack with the lulling crack of splintering ice melting in tropical sunshine.

    Hoping Saturday finds you well, busy as a bee, bouncy as a bunny, and as happy as a clam. Have a wonderful weekend. Take care of you.

    Namaste πŸ™‚


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    • Not one old leaflet between the pages of a long unread novel… ahhh you need to pick up something next time you’re out reading. It’s a bit like the happiness jar. Anything that makes me smile is wonderful, there’s too many days that contain too little laughter. We need to carry the smiles close to our hearts, cherish them.
      I keep all sorts of odd and ends but only things that are emotive. Yes even old love letters, those happy carefree days… *sighs*
      No song today… I need music, my soul needs feeding. 😁 so … music that takes me back to Thailand. That’s easy
      Relax and enjoy 😊

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