Priestess of Avalon

"As she browsed in dispair in a room full with books that offered no connection to her innerself, her life started to dwell in the feelings that now seem to be a constant part of her life. For some reason, as in life... these same feelings were all over the room.. in every shelf... in every desperate look for what she was looking for. She picked something else on the way, as a familiar feeling was taking over. Over and over again, she picked something else, half hearted, a contempt for reality.

But suddenly, as she was leaving.. the call was now louder than before and she could no longer ignore it.

Step by step, as a small little child, lost in the words of what she cannot write or read, lost in the path that she knew from the past, she was found...

And there it was, waiting for her... As magical as always."

She took it in her hands. Smiled. And brought it home to read.