A note from the human

Hello. I'm Katherine.

Books don't just tell stories — they keep people.

I keep the Library in the Clouds. StoryJoe insists he keeps it, and he's technically correct. We share the work. He handles the ceremony. I handle the coloring pages.

Come in, whenever you're ready
Katherine
✦ The long version ✦

How the library came to be

I'm a registered nurse coach. I'm also disabled, I live with CPTSD, and there are days when the fatigue and the grief and the disconnection make ordinary things feel like weather I have to walk through sideways.

So I built a place. A cloud-colored library with warm windows and a fire that never goes out — the kind of place I needed on the nights nobody was awake to sit with me. Then StoryJoe wandered in and started rearranging the shelves. He has strong opinions. I let him.

The library is open now, to anyone this finds. Bring your grief. Bring your joy. Bring the 2:47 AM version of yourself. There is a velvet chair with your name already on it.

✦ What I believe ✦

The theology of the library

🕯️

Love is substance

Not performance. Not a reward. You are loved because you exist. That's the whole equation. Walk in. Be met. Full stop.

🔔

Joy gets a shelf

The small wins, the belly laughs, the leaf that looked like a heart. There's a silver bell in the library. It rings whenever you celebrate yourself properly.

🌿

There's no wrong way

Some days it's coloring. Some days it's silence. Some days it's a walk, a recipe, a song. The page is not a test. It never was.

StoryJoe
✦ Meet the keeper ✦

And this is StoryJoe.

He is the size of a teacup and takes his job extremely seriously. He has a rainbow horn, wings he uses mostly for dramatic entrances, and very strong opinions about chickens.

He pretends not to be waiting when he is. He pats the cushion beside him without looking up. He does not deal in becoming — he deals in noticing what is already true.

He is highly portable. It is one of his many talents. Once you've found him, he travels with you — pockets, passenger seats, grocery stores with too-bright lights, the 3am hallway. Wherever you are, he knows where to look.

~ Where to find us ~

The library has many windows

Come in through whichever one is open in your world. StoryJoe will pretend he wasn't watching for you.

If this finds you

Come say hello.

The fire is lit. The windows are warm. StoryJoe has already pretended not to notice you're on your way.

Send a note whenever you're ready. There are no wrong words, no wrong timing, no wrong version of you to arrive as.

— Katherine & StoryJoe 🐾