The Berlin Book Forest

Had to share this! What an amazing idea.

Kindness Blog

Books are just awesome. We’ve heard people say that physical books may be a thing of the past, but there’s something so very satisfying about picking up and reading a real good book.

There is even something special about giving that book to someone else, even someone you don’t even know.

A neighborhood in Berlin found a great new way to promote literacy and books. Residents of the area happilyparticipate in a free book exchange that happens in an unlikely and unique place.

This cluster of trees in the middle of a sidewalk is called “The Berlin Book Forest.”

The Berlin Book Forest

These trees are used as a free book exchange for residents in the area.

The Berlin Book Forest

There are a few shelves in the trees, with plastic covers to protect the books from any bad weather.

The Berlin Book Forest

There are a variety of books exchanged in the kiosk, in both German and English, with genres ranging…

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“For those who would kill chickens” by Amy Miller

As a writer I love to read and share other peoples work as much as possible. I read this poem online at http://www.rattle.com/poetry/ and it blew me away.

I wish I could show you
how we saved him. Named him
Steven, stupid name
for a chicken, but
when he wandered
out from the woods,
black sheen hooked
with leaves and the crazy
red rubber of his comb,
we had to call him
something. I thought
Lucky after a horse
stomped him so hard—
caught in the corral
like a mouse in traffic—
then maybe Rip
when he tucked his head
in the elbow of the foreman’s
wife and fell asleep
in her arms. Steven,
she whispered—who knows,
some baby or a friend
long gone—and it stuck.
I could show you
my sandwiches he pulverized,
his crooked Jagger dance
on the paddock’s dusty stage,
how each of us came
to grudgingly help
this alien flown from some
coop, how a thing
like that takes root
on a shelf in a dark
tack room, settling
on an overshirt you meant
to take home that now
is sacrificed—no matter—
to this thing you’ve named,
that needs you. Each night
we closed and locked
that door against whatever
was out there
that hadn’t yet learned
his name or the iridescence
of his weak and perfect wings.

In the midst of all the chaos.

I learned that in the chaos of a wedding it isn’t the big moments that stand out it’s the small ones. It isn’t the decorations, arrangements and the music, it’s the people and how they make you you feel.

I realized today that as women we make big sacrifices. We leave our family and marry into a new one. We steadfastly try to hold onto both, prioritizing, fixing, mediating and we do this because we know it’s our job, it’s who we are as woman. Today however I watched my soon to be husband be the fixer, the mediator and the foundation for us all. Yes I’m leaving my family but as I watched him walk from guest to guest with a gusto of laughter and a compassionate ear I knew that although I was leaving something great behind I would be creating something wonderful with this man.

To my family I say thank you. These words encompass everything from the quiet moments to the loud, the fighting, the laughter and everything in between. I promise to never change unless it’s to become a better version of myself.

To my friends who I will miss dearly but will never leave I say this; our relationship may change, our lives may become crazy but without friends where would we be? I hope our kids grow up together, I hope we see eachother often, I hope we laugh and cry and it’ll be the same as it never, but always was.

To all future brides I have these words of wisdom: be happy, have fun and remember it’s not about throwing the biggest party it’s about family, friends and celebrating love.