Hackley Library is one of my favorite places. It's asthetically stunning and infinitely stocked with intelligence from the fresh to the pungently aged. The walls remember every mind expanded here since the doors opened in 1890. In the swelter of August, windows unlatch and box fans hum, drawing in damp, polleny Lake Michigan breezes that bleed nutty aromas from the carved hardwood doors and soak those memories from the walls where they hang fog-like between the stacks. Stand still, and they will settle into your skin like sunshine. Reciruclated air would spoil such a garden. Books want to breathe.
Hackley reminds me why I love to read and write. When I lay a book open on a library table, my heart rises. I can't wait to lean a little closer, smooth the pages and find out what knowledge awaits. On this blog, I'll share some brilliance from long-dead master writers and perspectives from the living inspired. And maybe I'll think of a few strokes of my own to add to the canvas.
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.
- William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus
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Oh the Hackley Library. One of the places I miss most about Muskegon and Michigan. It is such a beautiful place. Spend a little extra time there for me.
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