Underworld by M. L. Woolley

Author:M. L. Woolley
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Spirituality
ISBN: 9781477559468
Publisher: Amazon
Published: 2013-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

When I was a pre-teen I loved to go to an old used bookstore in town. I would take a bus and walk to the historic part of Gig Harbor. In the heart of the town was an old bookshop. It was owned by a kindly old man and his wife. The Mrs. would sneak books into my backpack and give me candy when I came to the shop. They always had a smile or kind word for me. It was a weird world I lived in but they were lights in my dark life.

Reading took me out of myself and each book was an adventure. I literally would find myself in far off places and assumed I had fallen asleep. I never explained to anyone why books meant so much to me. They gave my mind flight and I was able to find my way to the other side.

People said I was an old soul in a young body. The truth be told, I knew some old souls and reveled in spending time with them. Old people always drew me to them. I appreciated the wisdom they held and they understood that the lines between life and death were fuzzy and there are no rules.

The old couple from the bookstore invited me to their house for tea one day. I took the bus to old town and then walked a couple of miles down the waterfront and turned at the 3 way stop to go up the hill to the big house. At the end of the driveway was a formidable gate that was set in a large stone arch that connected to a wrought iron fence that ran the length of the property. Jasmine snaked up the sides of the stone fence giving it the feel of a very old place.

The gate groaned as I pushed it open and let myself through. The driveway was packed with cobblestones and neat hedges flanked either side. The walk to the house seemed longer than it should and twisted this way and that. I passed a small Koi pond with a gazebo and eventually passed a barn. It was good sized stone building that had two sets of green doors on either side. Beyond the barn were white fences that gleamed in the sun.

Light was falling on the expansive lawn in front of the house. The lush grass reached as far as I could see and then disappeared into the trees. It never struck me as odd at the time that a place like this existed in the city limits. In truth, though I didn’t understand it at the time, the property on the other side of the gate was just a normal sized lot. Not much bigger than one of the small row houses that stands by the Walmart and yet it stretched out for a mile once I was inside the gate.

Their house was a large green Craftsman with neatly painted boards crisscrossing across the front. There was elaborate white fret work hanging down along the roofline.

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