I love books.

There is a very large bookshelf in my kitchen, filled to capacity. Another one half that size beside my computer desk. Two more in the living room. Boxes of books under the stairs. Baskets filled on shelves in our bedroom. Even a box in Logan's closet.

But there are several books that are never far from me. They are tattered from being carried from purse to purse, carried to work to read on breaks, kept in the car for trips longer than 10 minutes, pulled out and read while waiting in line to get food or pay for groceries.. you get the idea.

Towards the end of summer, when I can feel fall coming (and it's coming soon, no matter what you think--it's going to be a long, hard winter), I am drawn back to these books. Moby Dick. Romancing the Ordinary. Anything by Thoreau. Into the Wild. Poems by Rod McKuen (he is never far from me; I almost always have a copy of him with me). Under the Tuscan Sun. The Count of Monte Cristo (this book changed my life). Lord of the Rings.

I never was much of a fad reader; I didn't enjoy the first Twilight book (I know I'm making enemies here, but I prefer my vampires sans-sparkle), I never got into Harry Potter. A friend asked me the other day what I was reading, and I spouted off no less than 17 books.

I love to see what other people are reading, and can appreciate why they like it, even if I don't care for it myself. The books people read are a quick, accurate insight to their minds.

Given that, I learn so much about myself from books. Sometimes, I can't quite put my finger on what it is that draws me to a certain read. Especially this time of year. For the past few years, this time of year, I always pick up Thoreau, Into the Wild, and, starting last year, The Last Season has made the list. Commonality? Wilderness. Solitude. Wishing I lived in the time of John Muir.


It is no different this year.


Fall is coming. I smell it every morning. I've started cooking comfort food again, pulled out the sweaters. I even got out our down comforter and am airing it out. { I've even slept soundly in it a few nights already. Ty has not. }

Usually, we don't do something because we don't know what to do. Because, we're afraid of doing something new, something outside our comfort zone.

Or we may feel like the "little" we can do isn't enough.




But it is. 

We are capable of so much good. It doesn't take much, aside from maybe getting out of our comfort zone. There is so much we can do together. One morning, a few hours, and we can help those who are waiting so desperately for our help.

You don't even have to come to Denver; you can help from the comfort of your own home. How much easier could it be to save lives? We can make a difference. YOU can make a difference. We WILL make a difference. Please, come be a part of it.