There should be photographs for this post. Photographs of my car stuffed to the gunnels with books. Photographs of the shelves of books at Borderline waiting to be taken to new homes. Photos of the boxes and boxes of books Amina and I packed up out of my car. But I am afraid there are none. Because I forgot. Sorry.
I can show you a photo of what is left.
Despite filling the back of my Grand Scenic with books there are still more to go. Which is perfectly fine as that means I get to go back to Borderline and maybe this time I will have a shortbread. Better still I can take some with me.
This morning I had a meeting in Bensham with the lovely Meg Gilley to talk about spiritual direction, prayer, retreats and what do I think God looks like. It seemed the perfect opportunity to pop down the road with part one of my donation to Borderline. I am so glad I did. As we packed up the books from the back of my car into box after box, I occasionally came across one with which I wasn’t sure I wanted to part. But after talking to Amina and having the grand tour I had no regrets. My books would be going to good homes and would be read and loved, not left to gather dust. The memories are in my heart they don’t need to be on a shelf.
Borderline is essentially a free bookshop. They collect books that are about to be thrown out by publishers, book shops, charity shops and ordinary mortals. The books are sorted and stamped with their name and slogan and then redistributed – free of charge – amongst organisations that help refugees and asylum applicants, homeless people, women and children in shelters and others who have no funds for books.
Personally I can’t think of a better home for my books.