Yesterday, was a crazy day. We have so many things that we are working on simultaneously, business start up tasks that coincide with the very wlecome arrival of the gardening season, house repairs and improvements, prepping our rental space and finalizing my Erotica submissions. Initially, we thought it would be good to rest but the weight of looming projects propelled us forward and before we knew it we were attacking the bookshelves.
I am a proud book hoarder. My bookshelves are bursting with books and I need more but that’s a low priority considering what is on our plate now, so we decided it would be best to box my least favorites. 12 boxes later, I can only say that it was quite a journey. It was like looking through my life in reverse and what an evolution lol. I shelved all my Danielle Steel, Sidney Sheldon, Judith Krantz, Sex in 101 positions, The Kama Sutras, Robert Ludlum, Self help, How to Get Rich Quick, Financial Planning, the majority of Fantasy and all Telecommunications related books, to name a few.
When I was done, the collection was a clearer reflection of my current interests and lifelong favorites: Stephen King, Anne Rice, Eric Jerome Dickey, Baldwin, Anais Nin, Mythology, Dan Brown, Vampire Books, Erotica, Erica Jong, Marquis Des Sade, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Milan Kundera, JK Rowling, DH Lawrence, Proust, Toni Morrison, Leo Tolstoy, Vladimir Nabokov, Nikki Giovanni, Rumi, Henry Miller, Books on Psychology, Irish, African, African American and Classic Literature, Grammar, Sexual Diversity, Women’s History, Gardening and Travel books from around the world. Very cool.
The treasure trove also contained a picture that has been lost for 11 years of my great grandmother, Geneva. The picture is from 1939 and I was amazed to see me in her features, staring back at me. I looked at my face anew and saw the faces of my Great Grandmother, Father and Mother coalesced, way cool. It was almost as if we talked her up, since my Mom and I were talking about her 20 mins. before I found the picture.
At some point, I plan to do my Family tree and have been watching with great interest the new TV Show “Who Do You Think You Are?” http://www.nbc.com/who-do-you-think-you-are/ The story of Vanessa Williams and Rosie O’Donnell’ was fascinating. All of this coupled with the importance of Black History month, has regenerated my interest in Genealogy.
I have always wanted to know which part of Africa we come from. My Great Grandfather was Cherokee Indian so I guess between that and my African ancestry I was doomed to be 6’2 lol. Someday, I’d like to know what my ancestors last names were and my tribal history. My Mom told me yesterday that she has childhood memories of visiting the Virginia plantation and remembers the slave owner, “Crazy Frank Smith” whose last names we bear. She also told me that my Grandmother, a powerhouse of a woman who became a Harlem Beautician was born as a slave and had no more than a 3rd grade education. I was only 12 years old when she died but I remember her zest for life, her fearlessness, her love of travel and her face as she told me about her last trip, walking barefoot across the Golden Gate Bridge before she succumbed to Cancer at the age of 72. Her face was radiant and understanding where she came from, I now understand why. She has been an inspiration to me all my life.
For her and all who have gone before her, I have decided to complete my college degree. In the flux of my life, I have become a career college student and still not completed this goal I set myself as a teenager. Now, it seems tremendously important as I have always loved education and I will be the first in my family to complete a degree.
So one could say that the cleaning of the bookshelves is a metaphor of my journey. I am redefining what is important to me, packing away that which is not needed, dusting off and sprucing up what is and focusing my energies to continue blossoming…
What’s on your shelves? 🙂