Why do YOU read?

It's Book Fair week in the Children's Room. That means a lot of time at my desk. It also means a lot of time to catch up on things like professional journals and literary blogs. A lot of reading time, but also a lot of thinking and introspection time. And sometimes, just sometimes, I read an article or a blog post, or a sentence even, that gets me really thinking.

This time it happened to be a paragraph in Rogert Ebert's Sun Times Journal column. Of all things to happen, the king of movie reviews got me thinking about why we read. And why we read WHAT we read.

Here's the paragraph (and the link to the column, if you want to read what started me on this train of thought):

"There is no pattern. My only goal is to enjoy reading. I learned that the average American teenager spends 17 minutes a weekend in voluntary reading. Surely that statistic is wrong. Do they mean reading of "serious" novels? I would certainly count science fiction, graphic novels, vampires, Harry Potter, newspapers, magazines, blogs--anything. Just to read for yourself for pleasure is the point. Dickens will come later, Henry James perhaps never."

http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2011/04/death_disports_with_writers_mo.html

My first thought was ... Why do we read? And I didn't have an immediate answer. I still don't.

I know an awful lot of people who would answer that question, "Because my teacher (or mom, or tutor, or father...) makes me" It's only natural; I work in a public library, in the Children's Room. A lot of the patrons I see are here for "assignment" reading. But there are so many who are here just to find the next good book to read.

In fact, just a few minutes ago as I was typing this, a thirteen year old girl came up and asked for my help in starting a book club. She and a bunch of her friends want to meet monthly and talk about books. Just for fun. When I told her that made my day, she laughed. But I was serious. A group of teens who want to meet and talk about books. That's joy to any librarians ears. And it's absolute bliss to any reader's ears.

I keep hearing (and reading) about how books are dead, librarians are so last century, reading has gone by the wayside, we don't need libraries because we all have Google, and did I mention ... books are dead? Funny thing that, but they really aren't. I read them, I buy them, I collect them, I loan them and borrow them, I sell them, and I help people find them all day long. Yes, the format is changing for many of them, and I will be the first to admit that I love my Kindle. I love ebooks. They are so convenient. A little too convenient, one might say; it's just so very easy to buy one, read it, and buy the next one. So books are not dead. (Well, technically, they are dead trees, but that's a whole nother thing....).

This isn't about book, anyways. Its about READING. And I still don't have an answer to my question. I know why I read. There are a plethora of reasons, depending upon what reading material we are discussing. And there will likely be a future blog post about why I read.

What I really want to know is ~ Why do YOU read?

So leave a comment. Ask your friends, and have them leave a comment. Feel free to pass this question around. Tell me why you read. You can tell me what and when and how and where, too. But what I really want to know is WHY.

I look forward to the answers. Thanks for listening; and now ~ I'M Listening.

Whatever....

I haven't been blogging as much as I'd like to, or letter writing, either. I can feel the words and thoughts piling up inside my head and my heart. I just haven't had the time to sit and write; or more accurately, I haven't taken the time. And then when I do have a few free minutes, I just have no energy left. March is an obnoxiously long month. It's not fair, really; it's the longest month of the year. No holidays (well, no work holidays), no bonus days off. This year we don't even get Easter until April. Yeah, I know; life isn't fair, why should March be any different.

The busy part is my fault, actually. I'm the one who scheduled 27 programs in a 31 day month, and that's just work things. If I add in the fun stuff (not that the work stuff is all mundane, but still....), the friends and family and frolicking things, it would be a scary busy number indeed. It seems to be something I do a couple months a year; you'd think I'd learn. Ah well, I'll sleep sometime in April, I guess. ☺

But if you forget about the work stress, the wondering and fleeting angst, the mud, the snow, the long days and longer weeks ... ok, back to the positive, as I was trying to say ~ this is really one of my favourite times of the year; it always has been, and this year it seems even more so.

Today is the first day of spring, and it's almost really spring. I can feel it, I can smell it in the air. The geese are coming back, passing through; I heard them the other morning, early on a Sunday, and then again today ~ birds chirping and geese honking. The snow is melting, the ice is turning to mud. There is actual grass in the backyard. Ok, so there is a winter storm warning for this week, but still. It's spring. Well, it will be spring tonight at 7:20pm.

As if the equinox isn't enough for one weekend, there was a "super moon" last night, and it was pretty amazing. It was big and bright, and we actually had clear skies; that so rarely happens when there's a sky-gazing event. I could feel the power of the moon building all week. There was a little extra stress, a bit more angst of the unknown, and the people were a touch crazier than usual. It seems as if that all melted away overnight. Today is feeling like a day of release, of contemplation and introspection, of letting go of the past worries and accepting the challenges of the coming days, weeks, even months.

I made a decision this afternoon. I am going to get the word "whatever" out of my head. Well, I am going to get the word "whatever" ~ said in a resigned and somewhat unconfident, sort of sad and slightly sarcastic tone ~ out of my head. I have been saying it a lot lately, mostly to myself; and I have been thinking it even more. I don't like that attitude, and I refuse to live a "whatever" sort of life. I may not know exactly where I am going or how I am going to get there, but I am going to take charge of my own direction. I am going to work on becoming as confident, strong, and self-assured as the image I have been projecting; and I will do so throughout every aspect of my life, personal and professional. If I have a question, I will ask it. If I have a doubt, I will express it. If I have a smile, I will share it. If I have a dream, I will strive to make it come true (as long as there are no tap-dancing spiders....).

My life has been filled with possibilities lately. New friendships with old friends, ideas for explorations and adventures, new chances to smile and laugh and play. New eyes for some (my thoughts and heart are always with you, Merlyn ~ wait until you see what color my hair really is! ☺), new ways to listen for others, new steps in different directions. Maybe even a new life direction, a new career; time will tell, and when it does I will tell. For now, it's enough that I am keeping my mind and my options open. And I am enjoying the ride.

In other news ... National Poetry Month, otherwise known as April, is fast approaching. I tried a plan last year and fell far short of the goal. I'm going to try this year to pick it back up and see if I can really write a poem, and read a poem, every day. I shall strive, I shall attempt, we shall see....

This has been a bit of a ramble; that seems to be what I am best at lately. It's a good thing. I am discovering that only when you ramble can you get there from here, and sometimes not even then. I am also very happy to have recently learned that I am not the only one who thinks that way. (Bonus: R.E.M. agrees.)

So with these final thoughts, I shall leave you for now. Happy Spring! Go 'Cuse! Be Happy!

Thanks for listening.

On my mind....

Yeah, so the whole forced writing thing just isn't working for me these days. I'll address that at a later time in another post, but suffice it to say that I just haven't felt the pressure lately. Maybe I am just one of those people that can either live life or write about it, but not the two at the same time. These past weeks and months I have been busy living my life. I'll try to do better. I promise I'll try.

I have been writing blog posts and poems and stories in my thoughts, but never seem to find the time to post them. I know that's a lame statement (not really even an excuse), but there it is.

I have had a lot on my mind lately. Things in the news, things in my life, things at my work. Good things, bad things, and things in between. Maybe it's just that there are so many "things" I can't form thoughts about any one of them. It's ironic in a way; here I am trying to live as simply as I can, and my thoughts are becoming so confused and complicated and tangled that the last word I'd use to describe them is simple. So, I'll ramble on here a bit and maybe it will help straighten things out. I hope you'll stick with me; it gets better at the end. :)

First of all, Charlie Sheen. I will rant briefly and then he will forever be banned from my thoughts and my blog. I just have to say that I am disgusted that he is the top news item every day. He is on every show, every news cast, every radio talk show, every newspaper, every magazine, and most websites (and I do see the irony of him now being on my blog). What I don't understand is the world's aghast and surprise at his behaviour. Why is this news?? He is a sleaze, hired to play a sleaze on tv. It was perfect casting; I know lots of people who liked the show while saying in the same breath, "even though I can't stand him personally." He did his job so well that it was the number one show, both new episodes and in syndication. He was making barrels of money, for himself and his people, his fellow cast member and crew, his producers. They were all raking it in, and probably still are (after all, syndication isn't small time). So why is everyone acting all offended that he acts the way he does? He's always been that way; he likely always will. It's not news. There are so many other newsworthy people, places and things. So can we move on now?

Secondly, the Westboro Baptist Church. Or, more specifically the recent Supreme Court ruling concerning said "church" and their actions. Let's get one thing straight right off. I hate their behavior, I disagree with everything they stand for, I think they are the antithesis of Christians, I think they give the word human a bad rap. They are the embodiment of hate, of closed mindedness, of ignorance and of despair. I think the picketing and demonstrations and actions and signs and chanting are horrific, and I wish with all my being that they would stop. Having said all that, I also have to say that I will defend their constitutional right to do so until the day I die. It is free speech. It may be hateful and hurtful and disgusting to most of us, but it is free speech. If we start disallowing people from saying things we disagree with, where do we stop? It is a basic right in our country. It is what this nation was built upon; and without those basic building blocks, we'll all come tumbling down. Next will come censorship; "Hmmm, I don"t like this book (insert title here); I think no one should read it, so I won't buy it for the library, or I'll steal it or I'll burn it." Where will it end? You may disagree with me here, and I'll defend your right to do so until the day I die.

Thirdly, funding of LIBRARIES. This one has been on my mind, and in my heart, a lot lately. For obvious reasons, I suppose. I'm actually kind of tired of talking about it, and I'm really not even sure what else I can say about this one except, "WHY?" I had a patron come in today while I was on the Information Desk. She requested three books, used an internet computer, asked for help finding books on her new puppy breed, took a few tax forms and then looked at me and said, "I love this library so much. You have everything that any one could ever need. You are all so wonderful." All I could think was that I hope we are able to still be here in a few years to help her, people like her, and even those who haven't a clue.

(I was going to go on about the elimination of funding for Planned Parenthood and the DOMA, too. I think I'll save those rants for another post....)

You know what, though? Despite all of the bad news and the bad projections and the court battles and the funding crises, and the snow and ice and cold ... life is pretty good. Okay, life is really good. I find myself smiling at everything and nothing. I am so busy I almost don't have time to breathe sometimes, but it is a good busy.

I have a great family that I actually like and enjoy spending time with, not because I have to but because I want to. Not everyone can say the same. That always makes me a little sad, when I talk to someone who doesn't have a close family. I am planning another wonderful adventure with my mom ~ England and Wales ... Sherwood Forest, the Moors and the Lakes District, Dover, Hadrian's Wall, York, Hatfield House, North Wales, and so many points in between. Mom is a great friend and a wonderful travel partner. (and yes, there will be posts and pictures, even of the food....)

I have the best friends anyone could ask for, and I make sure I let them know I think so. (At least, I hope you all know so. Hmmm, maybe I'll redouble my efforts there again.) My friends are truly part of my family, and I love you all more than I can ever express. Although I miss so many of you in faire's off season, it is becoming a sweet missing, knowing I'll be seeing and hugging and playing with so many of you soon.

It's almost spring. Someone told me today that the geese are coming back! The sun is shining warmer and longer every day. I long for the green, the birds, the buds, the flowers. The time for faire is fast approaching, with three garb events before my trip and Sterling shortly thereafter.

My social life is full and fun and busy. I laugh a lot and smile even more these days, more than I can remember doing so in a very long time. I am reconnecting with old friends, making new friends and having a blast. There are dinners and movies and wine and play and music and sandwiches and parties and snuggles and laughter and frolicking and plans and so much fun. I'll admit that it is hard sometimes, though. I am so far in miles from my closest friends. An hour is a long drive, especially in the winter; but the things that matter are worth the effort, and these friendships are of the heart and mind and they are so incredibly worth it (and I am blessed that those who matter to me think so, too). Sure, there is a small measure of uncertainty, a little angst at times, some communication stress. But without those things, I suppose we wouldn't know how good we really do have it. Besides, I am a gemini and this is my life. :)

Plus, I have the best damn dog in the world.

I know that I started out this post with the awful, the dregs, the depressing. It doesn't mean that the bad is the foremost in my mind; just the opposite actually. I wanted to get the negative out so I could focus on the positive. Consider it this way ... I saved the best for last.

So, now you know some of what's been on my mind lately. I'll try not to stay away for so long next time.

Thanks for listening.

Post Snow Day....

Today was a day much like any other. It was blue skies and sunshine, glorious banks of sparkling white snow and aching muscles all over my body. I suppose that's what I get for shoveling at 10pm last night. But in my defense, it was better than getting stuck and having to push my car out of my snow-laden driveway. I think.

Needless to say it was a long day. But now I am home and ready to relax. I am going to pour a glass of red wine, open my book (well, turn on my kindle) and snuggle in for the night. So, here is today's offering.

Post Snow Day Haiku:

Cornflower blue sky,

snow glistens in the sunshine.

Isn't it spring yet?

Thanks for listening. :)

The storm that cried wolf

It's a snow day today. For the first time I can remember in all my years at the library (egad, that makes me sound ancient *grin*), we are closed for the whole day because of the weather. In fact over 70 regional school districts, many businesses and most of the local colleges are closed for the day because of the weather.

For the past two days all we have heard about is the coming storm, the blizzard that will be, the snowpocalypse (I am so tired of that word), the snow storm of the year. It's been all over the news, only eclipsed temporarily and occasionally for the news out of Egypt. So last night, at around 7pm, everything started closing. The listings were pretty long by the time I went to bed, and at about 6am I got a call telling me that we were closed. I turned on the tv when I gave up on sleep and saw the longest scroll of closings I can ever remember. It looked like hundreds (and it may have been).

The problem is, nothing really happened. We got a few inches, maybe 6, of snow. It's kind of heavy snow, and there was some sleet mixed in earlier. I lay in bed this morning, while it was still pretty dark out, and listened to it on the windows. Every once in a while the wind would kick up and I could hear my chimes go crazy. It was eerie and yet peaceful. By the time I actually got up, around 8 this morning, there was nothing. It wasn't really even snowing any more. I took Bailey out and we romped through the snow in the backyard for a while. It was quiet and calm and white. There were a few drifts, but nothing we couldn't manage to get through or around. As I write this, the news was just promoted with the headline "Where's the snow?" It's certainly not here.

I almost feel guilty being home today. Almost. But hey, it's a snow day! This is the day that we, as adults, dream about every winter from the day we leave school. Unless you're a teacher or otherwise connected to the schools, it is pretty rare to have a free day, a bonus play day like this. So, I took full advantage of the blessing and started the day with hot scones. I puttered and read and played in the snow (I was advised, nearly ordered, by a friend to do so, and I am very glad I listened). I napped, and so did Bailey. I've written and arranged flowers and put up new curtains. It's been a good day. A snow day!

I figured I probably should get all I can out of this day. There won't likely be another. I think next time, everyone will err to the other side and we'll all be snowed in at work. Oh well; we got this one, and it has been wonderful. The only thing that would have been better would be if we could magically transport ourselves to be snowed in together. But then if we could magically transport ourselves, there would be no snow days.

So, here's a snow day haiku:

Early call, Snow Day!

Sleep in; hot cranberry scones.

Let's play in the snow.

Thanks for listening.

Frozen haiku

So, here we are again. Back to the project, back to the haiku, back to the blog. It's been a couple of weeks since I was online with my laptop, and that gave me some good thinking time. I've decided to make a few adjustments. I am dropping the daily journal entry. It just wasn't inspiring me to write, and that was the reason for it. I am really enjoying the letter and card writing, though, and so I am keeping up with that.

I haven't started the collaging yet, as I am still collecting magazines and haven't had a chance to start cutting them up. That shall start this week sometime.

I am still pulling the daily Law of Attraction card, and enjoying it very much.

I am back to the haiku now, as well.

Here's today's:

Steps crunch in the dark;
even the air is frozen.
Hibernation nights.

Thanks for listening.

If it's not one thing, it's everything else

I have good intentions. Really, I do. I have every good intention to go back to the gym, to start eating better again, to keep my house organized, to put myself first sometimes, and to keep up with my projects. Well, I have started eating better again, my house is fairly organized, and I do put myself first (sometimes). I haven't been back to the gym yet, but the plan is still there. And I shall shortly be back to the blogging projects.

You see, I was on vacation last week. Sounds exciting, huh? It wasn't. Don't get me wrong, it was never supposed to be exciting. It was supposed to be a relaxing, rejuvenating week; and so it was. It was also supposed to be a writing week, but the fates were not on my side there. My very first actual vacation day, last Monday, started out with a glass of orange juice to the laptop. Just like that, the week of blogging went up in a puff of smoke (well, down in a sludge of juice, actually, but you get the point).

Today I took delivery of my new laptop. Sounds exciting once again, huh? It's really not. I had only had the last one for about 10 months, and this new one isn't even an upgrade. It is EXACTLY the same, with the sole exception of all my files. They are still on the old one, awaiting the weekend and hopefully a successful operation and transfer of data.

So, long story a little longer, the project shall commence tomorrow. Barring juice, loss of connection and laziness, that is. Until then, have a good night.

Thanks for listening.

Friday, vacation and naps

Friday. It's finally Friday. The end of the first week of January. The beginning of my week (ten days, actually) of vacation. It's funny, all week long people have asked me what I am doing or where I am going on vacation. My answer every time? To sleep. This is going to be a restful, rejuvenating and relaxing vacation. I haven't had more than a long weekend since the middle of last June, and that was two weeks spent traipsing across Ireland with five other women. Glorious and wonderful, but not exactly restful.

So, I have big plans. I intend to putter and read and relax and nap and watch movies and listen to music and talk to friends and nap and cook and visit and write cards and play with Bailey and curl up and nap and drink tea and crochet and write letters and drink wine and stay up late and sleep late and ... did I mention nap? I do have a few actually concrete things planned. Visits from and with friends. Arranging the spare room (finally, maybe, hopefully). An SU game at the Dome. Did I mention naps? And I have every intention of keeping up with my projects here. lus I am going to start the alternative poetry and collage part during this coming week. We'll see how that all works out.

I am really enjoying this project now that I have settled into it. I am loving writing notes and cards, using my initial stamp, sending mail to friends and family. I love the journaling and blogging aspect that I have fallen into more and more with each entry. I love that it has made at least one person think and remember and start writing again. I do realize one thing, though. I need a small lamp on my new desk. Hmmmm, maybe an errand to run on vacation.

For now, I have yesterday and today to catch up.

Thursday~

Haiku:

Smiles come with the mail;

Pink envelopes don't hold bills.

My true friends are true.

Journal Jar:

If you were given a race horse, what would you name it?

Well, if I had to decide right this minute, I'd name it Caledonia's Crush. I really would prefer to meet (or at least see) the horse before naming it, though.

Attraction Card:

My Creative Power Lies in This Moment

whether you are thinking about something happening now, or something that happened in your past, or something you would like to have happen in your future ~ you are doing the thinking now, and it is this present-thought vibration that the Law of Attraction is responding to. Therefore ~ your power to create is now.

Friday~

Haiku:

A week of rest starts,

rejuvenation is key ~

taking time to nap.

Journal Jar:

What do you fantasize about being or doing?

One of my biggest fantasies is one in which I have the wherewithal to travel at will, where and whenever I want.

Attraction Card:

My Inner Being Guides Me Through My Emotions

While you are, indeed, a wondrous physical creator, you exist, simultaneously, in another dimension. There is a part of you ~ your Inner Being ~ that exists in this physical body, and your emotions are your physical indication of your relationship with your Inner Being.

As always, thanks for listening. (I really need to find a different ~ more unique, more creatively me ~ way to end these posts....)

Sunny winter smiles

Today dawned gorgeous ~ crisp, clear, bright blue skies, white puffy clouds and a frosting of snow on everything. It was cold, boy it was cold (still is, actually); but it was really the perfect winter day. The snow was even light enough for me to shovel quickly before I headed off to work.

The whole day was touched by the sparkle of the snow. Things just went WELL. Nothing in particular happened, it just all happened the way it was supposed to. Patrons came in with actual reference questions, I helped three people figure out how to get library eBooks on their new eReaders, and one of my colleagues announced very good news (for her, it's good news; for us, not so much, but I am exceedingly happy for her). I even got in and out of the grocery store quickly with everything (and only everything on my list), plus a beautiful bunch of fresh flowers for the apartment. Vacation starts in two days, and here I sit writing at my new antique desk.

Life is good.

Haiku:
Sunshine on snowflakes,
trees frosted with icy dust.
Winter's settled in.

Journal Jar:
Would you like to be informed of the circumstances of your death, including when?

This one is easy. No.

Attraction card:
As I Am Segment Intending, I Am Attracting

The way you feel is your point of attraction. And so, the value of Segment Intending is that you pouse many times during your day to say: This is what I want and expect from this segment of my life experience. And as you set forth those powerful thoughts, you will attract into your experience what you want.

I hope you had as good a day as I did.

Thanks for listening.

Inspiration strikes

I have been inspired! Twice!

When I was a dreamy college student studying literature and writing and poetry, one of my favourite things to do was cut words and phrases from magazines and newspapers and put them together my way. It was fun and relaxing and a challenge to create collage poetry, and I didn't realize I missed it until this very moment. (Thanks Fox!) Collage poetry shall be a weekly task on my new creative project.

The other inspiration is from a project called a river of stones (http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/). It is a writing project and looks like a very interesting one. However, as I have already started a few and planned many more such projects and challenges for myself this coming year, I have no intention to take part (I am taking note, however, for the future). It did, however, give me a great idea of my own.

I collect stones. Small stones from all over the place ~ all over the world, really. Where ever I go and whatever I am doing, I am so often compelled to pick up a stone. I often am drawn to them for no particular reason. I have stones from beaches and forests, from Ireland and Florida, from years ago and from last week. Honestly, the stones are starting to take over. They are in dishes and baskets and bowls, in crystal and ceramic and wood ~ all over my whole apartment! So, I am going to start selecting certain stones for certain people and sending them along. Each will carry a particular message, and each will carry a part of me with it.

I shall never stop collecting stones, and some of them will remain mine forever. This is just one small way to share myself, my thoughts and my travels with the people in my life.

And now to the daily project ~

Haiku:

Life brings surprises,

unknown and interesting.

Okay, bring it on.

Journal Jar:

What do you feel is dangerous?

Oh, the list is long and varied. Honestly, though, the things I once deemed as dangerous seem less and less so as life goes on. There's the insane, like skydiving, bungee jumping and other thrill rides that I would like to say I'd leap at the chance to do (not sure if I could, but I'd like to think so). Then there's the foolish, like driving without your seatbelt, drinking and driving, lifting with your back, and leaving candles unattended (you know, the things we have been trained to not do, and for actually good reason). But really, the only thing I see as truly dangerous is simple: not taking the internal risk. Whatever the risk is, take it. Otherwise you run the actual risk of living with regret. And that is truly dangerous, and irreversible.

Law of Attraction Card:

"To the Degree I Am Happy, I Am Successful"

Whether it's a trophy, money, relationships, or things, the achievement of anything you desire must be considered success. But if you will let your standard of success be your achievement of joy, everything else will then fall easily into place. For in the finding of joy, you are finding vibrational alignment with the resources of the Universe.

Thanks for listening.

December was for practice

Just as New Year's resolutions are for rookies, I guess December was just for practice, for trying things and thinking about things and figuring things out. I should really have known better than to start a major project during the busiest month of the year. I waited until now to start up again, because I really don't want this to be a New Year's Resolution. So, I've thought about it, made some minor adjustments and I'm starting today, Monday, January 3.

First the daily plan....

Once a day I shall write an haiku and answer a journal prompt from my journal jar. This part shall stay the same. Once a day I shall also pull a Law of Attraction card (thanks Merlyn, I do love them) from the beautiful blue velvet bag I keep them in. These shall all be posted here.

Next the weekly plan....

I've been thinking about what to add in as a weekly task, and have come up with a couple of things I'd really like to do.

Once a week I shall send someone a piece of mail. A real piece of mail; not a text or an email or a voicemail. A letter, or a card or a small package. I love getting mail (especially the kind that is not a bill or junk mail), as I think most people do. I won't be posting these here, for obvious reasons. {NOTE: If you'd like to be on the list to get "real" mail, please send me your snail mail address via a private email message!} I did kick this one off today. I have to admit that I am looking forward to writing letters and cards at my new desk:


Once a week I shall also write a poem that is NOT an haiku. A sonnet, maybe; or an ode. A ballade or a lyric. Something different every week; I need to start challenging myself again with my writing and that should be a good start. These poems I shall post here.

I'm still working on the once a month things, but as I wasn't planning to start that until February, I am actually not behind on that one yet. :)

Okay, there's the plan. Now on to the project....

Haiku:

December's practice

leads into January

as the plan takes shape.

Journal Jar:

If you had to name one thing that most limits your freedom, what would it be?

Well, it would be really easy to say money is my biggest limit. I mean, if I had unlimited finances I could do anything. Right? If I'm to be honest however (and this is, after all, about self exploration and honesty should be the first rule), I'd have to say that my own insecurities are the biggest block to my freedom. I am working on breaking them down, and this year-long exercise is a big step in that direction.

Law of Attraction Card:

I Can Learn to Prioritize My Intentions

"It is important for you to identify which intentions you most want to fulfill, because as you prioritize, you give the singular attention to what is most important; and as you give that your singular attention ~ by the Law of Attraction ~ you attract power unto that intention that is most important to you.

And so the year has begun, the project has begun (again) and the exploration has begun. Thanks for coming along on the journey.

And, as always, thanks for listening.