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Renaissance Eve

9 January, 2016

Tomorrow, I present my first Sunday service as the new Spiritual Leader at the Santa Fe Center for Spiritual Living.

. . .  gulp.

"Something has changed within me  Something is not the same 
I'm through with playing by the rules 
Of someone else's game 
Too late for second-guessing  Too late to go back to sleep  It's time to trust my instincts  Close my eyes: and leap! "

It may help you to understand my jitters if I explain that I was raised by my grandmother who worked for years in Vaudeville.  She loved that I shared her theatrical passion and inclinations to continue doing plays and shows.  Before one of my earliest theatrical debuts, Nanny taught me about the type of nerves I seemed to be having --  she called them "Butterflies".  Not nerves. Not fear. Butterflies. She also told me that it was the right thing and a good omen that I felt that happy buzzing before a performance.

Now I realize that tomorrow is not a 'performance' per se…


In this case, I am not referring to a Bachelor of Arts --which I would love to claim --I am instead wondering how to claim a different B.A. --a group I could/should attend for help with my addiction. B.A. ---Books Anonymous.

I confess --I am a word nerd which ultimately led to my becoming a bibliophile. It is no longer anonymous nor a secret to those that know me that I am a Bibliopolic   I can admit to being addicted to buying, owning and devouring books.

The definition of addiction according to

noun : thestateofbeingenslavedtoahabitorpractice ortosomethingthatispsychologicallyor physicallyhabit-forming,asnarcotics,tosuchan extentthatitscessationcausesseveretrauma

By that definition alone, it confirms that I am addicted to books. My recent relocation from California to New Mexico has brought this to the forefront for me.  Trying to pack all my books for transport; trying to unpack the boxes; and now, trying to find space for all the books has become quite a physical--and …