I’m trying to find the right way to write about this morning. Our library has only been open for ten minutes, but already so much has happened.
I turned up to the library and a few of us had sore heads from last night’s Christmas cocktail experimentation - “was there Irukandji venom in that mixer?” - then we’re resourcing a TAFE/school/library kids’ activity for next week, and complaining that the tin of Christmas sweets is already down to the rubbish ones - and then an email comes in from someone trying to locate the burying place of their infant child and our local history team get on the case.
Soon we’re talking about a dark era of maternity in which stillborn babies ended up in the incinerator - “If they didn’t draw breath, they didn’t count” - and taking pause to think about what it means to do what we do. To bring play and learning to the community, but also to cherish our Shire’s history, even to track down unmarked graves.
Local libraries do so much. It’s an eye-opener even for me. All human life is here.