for me have always been music and movies- not just any movies but those that get my emotions going in whatever form they do. My favorite movie (apart from Scrooge w/Albert Finney) has been Braveheart for a long time. And not just because it was the last movie I saw in the theater before my mother died. I love it because it makes me cry. It never fails. Every time, I get swept up, caught up, and tears flow like I'm filling the ocean by myself. I no longer have a working VCR and my only copy of braveheart is a VHS tape... BUT - in going through the many many many boxes of antique books I just so happen to have (some of which will be for sale soon as I have WAY too many), I found a copy of the book that tells the story of William Wallace. I need a good cry right now - one of those fill the ocean cries and, without braveheart or the Wrath of Khan on dvd - I've turned to this book, this beautiful four-leaf-clover embossed, red cloth covered tome from 1831. The pages have lost most of their gold edge, it smells like old paper and ink, but the story it holds is dear. It starts a bit differently and I'm only through the first 80 pages of 671 but - it moves me still. I have hopes that I will find my ocean in its pages. I should really read my antiques more often... I have some good ones. Perhaps I'll start posting about them....  as time allows. Right now, I'm going to curl up in my bed with my coffee and this gloriously beautiful book and search for my ocean. So long as the kids allow it anyway.

~S 

Tags: antique books, filling the ocean, reading, stress
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