the pilgrim soul in you

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
— William Butler Yeats
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books

If there is one thing I love when I enter my office, it is the sight of my books. Books I’ve reads, books I have yet to read, books that look pretty and others that have inspired me. There is usually not a day that goes by that I don’t read or listen to a book (hmm some people don’t consider this reading, but I love my Audible App). Last year I read 34 books. This year I’ll probably take it a bit easier; my goal on Goodreads is 25 for 2019.

My books are not just for me. They are shared amongst friends, colleagues and random people I meet. Sometimes they return to me, other times they go out into the world and stay there.

The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.
— Dr. Seuss
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