52 Week Photo Challenge

Week 10: 06-12 March Books

I don’t prefer second hand things. Not because I’m arrogant or I see myself superior or anything. It’s because I’ve always believed in energy. The energy from a worn or used piece always bothers me. I know there are people who think and feel quite the opposite. They enjoy these kind of stuff and the energy and the sensations the items bring. 

I belive that everything we wear or use carries our own energy. Thus, a strong emotional connection is inevitable especially if it was used a lot or used for a long time. It’s the same for second hand items; I believe they carry the energy of their previous owners. 

About 4 years ago when we moved to Ankara, I started to read about Feng Shui just before we moved in into our new house. We tried to decorate the house and place everything in a Feng Shui harmonized way. I can say we did good. I still read about Feng Shui doctrine and practice  my energy cleaning rituals like smudging with sage, burning incense daily, removing furnitures once a week, decluttering etc. And believe me or not, we feel the good energy in our home deeply and hear the same from people who visit us. 

My home is litterally my sacred place. I’m not talking about the things we own, I’m talking about the place we sleep, eat and live. So the energy in it is crucial for me. That’s why I don’t like second hand furniture or clothing in my home, I don’t want the strong old energy and emotions attached to them. 

sometimes that doesn’t apply when it comes to books. There’s something about old books. I think every book lover knows what I mean. The smell, the cover, the yellow pages, the notes from the previous owners, readers… It just fascinates me. I don’t know why but I don’t believe a book,  -a previously owned book- can not carry a bad energy. Maybe it’s because I believe, it’s the book itself that brings the energy and feelings to the reader. There are books in my library that I didn’t enjoy reading but I don’t hate them or throw them away. I love my books and I cherish every single one of them. 

So I love books, I love old books. They are like my saviors, a little door made of letters that opens to another world. 

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