Kind of a miracle: I really fucked up my shoulder yesterday, couldn’t sleep because of pain, was stressing over having 3 full days and 19 appointments, how am I even gonna get thru the first day, etc. No ice, so applied cold bottle of soda, took advil, tried to breathe into the injury,thought about my Mom and her Christian Science (lived to 103, never had a doctor) and how she healed herself and us again and again “…by holding the right thought” and lo and behold dawn broke and I was OK and I went off and had an exciting and wonderful day in the world of books, within which The Frankfurt Buchmesse is the Super Bowl, World Cup and Big Kahuna.
People loved the Tiny Homes book. Just loved it. People that had time went thru the entire book, every page. It feels like we’ve connected here. Today: meetings with publishers, editors or distributors from Canada, Poland, UK, Germany, South Africa, Australia. There’s a buzz. Same reaction. (I’m so proud of the people in this book!) Everyone gets it. Haven’t had this feeling since 1973 when we were putting together Shelter and hit the wave of counterculture building. This time it’s a wave of doing for oneself (once again), and scaling back.
Lots to tell, including some stunning antique books I saw today (one was 38,000 Euros!), will try to catch up on the weekend.