Sunday, 15 July 2018

Into the woods




Hi Everyone,

Here is a little treat for you all, a great little selection of short stories all in one package.  It has be qutie a few years since I have picked up a short stories book.  I forgot how much I enjoy them.  You are alble to pick where you read in the book, how long a story or how short a story the choice is yours.  I liked being able to read a poem when I felt so, or a quick story.  Now poems... everyone should know by now that I love poems and as I read these ones I was smiling knowing that someone had written it while on a writing retreat.  This book is more than just a short story book, it brings you a vast variety of writers and genres, I am sure there is something in here for every reader.  Enjoy!







Into the Woods is the title and theme for this assortment of short stories, poems, essays, music, and one walking meditation. Each piece is unique in tone and genre and the result is that the collection captures the fascinating, frightening, fun, healing, and fantastical wonder of time spent in the woods. The twenty-six contributors who attend Mindful Writers Retreats in the mountains of Ligonier, Pennsylvania, are donating one hundred percent of the proceeds to support the research and work of The Children’s Heart Foundation.

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Book Excerpts
Short Story
TRAIN WRECK
by Kathleen Shoop

Ellie Trumbull squinted out the window of the Uber, gripping the door handle. The car swerved and bounced up the long driveway leading to the retreat center where the courts had sent Ellie for punishment. She grabbed her stomach to stave off nausea, but when it began to launch itself she smacked the driver’s arm. He slowed and stopped. Ellie pulled the handle, and tumbled out of the door onto all fours, heaving.
She gasped for breath, dizzied. Voices sounded as she struggled to stand. She focused on the group heading toward her: two women, a man, and several children who simply bolted past her, their squealing laughter filling the air.
A graceful woman with gray, bunned hair and dark skin approached. She took Ellie’s arm and pulled her close, leading her into a building. “Welcome. I’m Vera.”
“I’m Alice.” A stout woman with platinum spiked hair followed along.
A lanky man with hair so perfect it looked plastic picked up Ellie’s duffel bag. “I’m Brandon. Your husband’ll send the rest of your luggage shortly.”
Ellie grunted. They led her upstairs. Brandon rushed ahead to open a door. Ellie shuffled inside.
“Your room,” he said. “I’ll set your bag here.”
Ellie looked over her shoulder to see him smiling, as he’d been doing since she arrived. “Thanks, Guy Smiley.”
“What?”
She ignored his question, held onto one of the top bunks and surveyed the space. Three large windows at the end of the room and three sets of bunks with plastic mattresses belted the perimeter.
Ellie collapsed onto a bed.
“Plastic makes it easy to clean,” Vera said.
“Shut those.” Ellie shook her hand at the windows.
The woman sighed, closed the curtains and lowered the blind that covered the center pane. She lifted Ellie’s feet off the floor and swung them onto the bed. “Housekeeping’ll make up the bed in a little bit.”
“Fine,” Ellie groaned.
Vera loosened Ellie’s shoelaces.
Ellie snatched her feet away. “I’m fine.”
Vera backed away, her large hands flailing for a moment before she tucked them against her belly. “Our healing circle begins in an hour.”
Ellie turned away and balled up. Leave me alone.
And a few seconds later the door clicked shut.
***
Giggling children and the sound of feet running down the hallway outside Room 2 woke Ellie. Her mouth was desert dry, so she headed downstairs to the great room where she saw a kitchen area. With the kids gone, the silence felt good.
Ellie startled at the sight of Alice, Vera, and Guy Smiley sitting around an island. Guy Smiley poured coffee. Healing circle.
“Ellie,” he said. “Welcome.”
Vera sliced banana bread. The scent threatened Ellie’s stoic facade. A smile tugged her lips, but she tucked away the fleeting happy sensation, hid it where it wouldn’t remind her how Maggie’s face would light up when she bit into her favorite treat.
Alice clomped her feet onto the coffee table. Vera batted them away and pushed the banana bread toward Ellie.
She looked away.
“I’ll take hers,” said Alice.
“I’d like to begin,” Vera said, her voice gentle and melodic. “The healing circle guides us into continued acceptance and strengthens our endurance as we grow through the pain that comes with losing a child. Each of us understands the daily shock of waking and realizing our lives will never be the same. So how do we go on?”
Guy Smiley sipped coffee. “Feels good to be with everyone.”
“Each time we meet I do better back home,” Vera said.
“Same,” Alice said.
“We hope you’ll find our group helpful, Ellie,” Vera said.
When Ellie didn’t respond the others went around describing how they lost their child. Ellie blocked out every word, rubbing her temples. Her own pain was enough. She wasn’t about to invite theirs inside. Her gaze strayed to the kids outside, the game of tag that left them breathless, rolling down the hill and out of sight. How lucky they were.
“Ellie?” Alice asked. Ellie turned her gaze back to see Alice glaring.
“It’ll help,” sweet Vera said. “To share.”
Guy Smiley slid forward in his seat, fingers steepled. “Change brings…blah, blah … comfort, healing…” He droned on and on and finally Ellie’s mind snapped back to what he first said.
Change?” Ellie said.
He nodded. They all did.
Ellie’s anger surged. She wiped spittle from her lip. “I don’twantchange. I feel Maggie more now than I ever did… before she died I couldn’t wait to get to work, or girls’ night out or go away with my husband. My daughter… difficult from the day she was born… is dead. I’ll never sit with you people thinking about change and eating stinking banana bread.”
She stood and stomped away.
“She don’t want help,” Alice said.
“But her husband…” Brandon said.
Ellie got farther away, unable to hear what they said. Her husband? He was finished with her. She jogged to her room and crashed onto the mattress that housekeeping hadn’t yet returned to make. She covered her face and held back tears. With balled fists she tried to resist.
But she couldn’t.
Up off the bed, Ellie dug through her duffel and found it. Vodka. Cap unscrewed, she gulped, washing away the scent of banana bread, the thought that she’d never again see Maggie’s smile when she took a bite of it.

***
Short Story
EIRA
by Wende Dikec

The lights went out, and Eira held her breath, waiting for the emergency generator to work. It started with a shudder and a horrific crunching noise, but at least it continued to function.
She closed her eyes, feeling the fear in her chest ease when she heard the comforting sound of the humming engine. She couldn’t bear the thought of being left cold and alone in the dark.
Tugging her pale, blond hair into a ponytail, she pulled her ragged wool cardigan tightly across her body and walked over to the window of Alexander House, a grand name for such a Spartan hunting cabin, to peek outside. She waited for the sun to come up, looking out the dirty glass pane, and continued to stare out the window long after the sun rose in the sky. She didn’t know why she bothered. She saw nothing outside except the same white expanse she’d seen every day for the last five lonely months.
Eira opened the door to grab some wood from the pile for her fire, her body flinching from the chill of the icy wind. She had enough wood to last a few more weeks, and then she’d have to make the dangerous trip into the forest to chop more. She dreaded it, but not as much as she dreaded living without the generator. If she rationed carefully, she’d have enough fuel for another month, but she wasn’t sure what she’d do after that. She hadn’t planned on being stranded for such a long time. Spring should have arrived almost two months ago.
She blinked in surprise when she saw a figure moving toward her house, struggling in the waist deep snow. Eira squinted against the harsh sunlight reflecting off the white landscape, trying to make out if the approaching form was human or animal, friend or foe, but she could see very little at this distance. She stumbled back into her warm little house, and reached for her heavy coat. She quickly slipped on her snowshoes before grabbing her gun, a nervous sense of excitement building inside her. If it was a person, it would be the first human being she’d seen in months. If it was an animal, she’d shoot it and have food for a week. And if it was one of the strange ones, the creatures that were no longer human yet not completely animal, she’d kill it without remorse and leave its carcass for the hungry bears to find.
She waited on her front porch, her gun ready as it came closer. It looked human, bundled under layers of heavy clothing, but she wasn’t taking any chances.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice echoing in the quiet wilderness.
The figure stopped moving and looked directly at her. She could see a dark beard covering the skin exposed beneath protective ski goggles. It was a man.
“My name is Ben,” he said, his voice sounding scratchy and strange, as if it hadn’t been used in a long time. “I saw the smoke from your fire. Can I come in and warm up?”
Eira paused, considering his request. He seemed human enough, but it was a risk. He could steal her food, hurt her, or take her precious fuel. She weighed her options quickly. Loneliness won out over caution, but she wasn’t stupid. She clenched her gun as she waved him in.


***
Poem
FOREST BATHING
by Martha Swiss

I am alone in this place that is alive, anticipating the gift before me.
I open it slowly, with grateful breath, footsteps and heartbeats,
then thankfully sink into the purifying molecules of chlorophyll and humus.
I bask, now able to sense the purpose of ferns, snakeroot, noble trees and the creek that tumbles past my feet.

Crayfish pay me no mind in their muddy caverns.
Trees skyrocket overhead, on a mission.
Chipmunks skitter through leaf litter
and a kingfisher pounds its teal wings heading upstream.
I am dwarfed by the hillside vaulting from the floodplain. Boulders and saplings cling to its spine.

I am free to bathe here in clarified cells of cambium, xylem and phloem.
I wring my sponge in the generosity of flora.
The stream’s effervescence cleanses the tangled energy seeping from my pores.

I celebrate my fresh spirit with a confetti of scarlet, orange and yellow leaves that bob on the breast of the creek
as silently,
the trees disrobe.

***
Short Story
LIGHT OF THE MOON
by Ramona DeFelice Long

After three weeks in jail, Mama asked me to talk to Judge Rousseau about getting her some decent food to eat.
Mon Dieu,I am wasting away,” Mama said from her cell. Behind her, the narrow cot was covered with a quilt from home, and on top of the wooden crate she used as a table was a kerosene lamp on a doily. She’d left a half played game of solitaire spread over the doily. Where she got playing cards, I didn’t know. The Bible that had been on the pillow was nowhere to be seen.
She showed me her bowl of half-eaten stew. I think it was stew. “That old cow Lorraine Badeaux is poisoning me.”
“Hush, Mama,” I said. “Mrs. Badeaux is doing no such thing.”
Mama pressed her face between the bars. Her eyebrows and cheeks lifted up. That, plus the pounds she’d lost eating jail food and all the naps she took out of boredom, made her look as young as me. Trust Mama to turn getting arrested into getting prettier.
“Geneva,cher, just go ask him,” Mama wheedled. “That sheriff can hardly look at this slop. He passes me my plate and runs away. Or maybe he believes I’ll bewitch him, too.”
I begged her not to joke about that.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “And pour l’amour de Dieu, when you go see the judge, don’t wear what you got on. You look like a blind nun dressed you.”
“Mama—”
“Your hair’s all right, but get you some lipstick and rouge and use it. Judge Rousseau is old, but he ain’t dead.”
No, he wasn’t, but his brother-in-law was, and that’s why Mama’s bail was set high as the moon. But explaining that to her was like talking to a tree stump.
I said I had to leave. I was Mama’s only visitor, and she was bitter. Where was our family? Where were her friends? She was lonely and felt forsaken. I never told her that, at home, nobody came to visit me either, and I had not even murdered anybody.
Most days she begged me to stay, but tonight she told me to get on home. I suppose she thought I had a busy evening ahead tarting myself up before going to see the judge.
***
When the young deputy was on duty, he sat in a chair five feet away from Mama’s cell, as if he thought I’d help my mother escape by slipping a bolt cutter under my dress—a dress fit for a convent, indeed, because my teacher contract said I had to “act and keep my person modestly.” I worried every day I’d be fired over Mama’s scandal.
Sheriff Reyes usually sat in his office up front and read the newspaper. When my visiting time was over, he always asked, “Things all right, Miss Geneva?”
I answered, “Yes, Sheriff, thank you,” except for the time or two when Mama asked for a warmer shawl or the quilt off her bed.
Once, horrifyingly, I had to say I needed to come right back; when he frowned, I whispered that Mama needed some womanly things. He let me into her cell with a paper sack that he did not inspect. Had I been wily, I could have slipped her anything—a pistol, liquor, tonic from Madame Velda—but wily was Mama’s way, not mine. The sheriff trusted me. If you can’t trust a twenty-year-old spinster schoolteacher who dresses as modestly as a nun, you have faith in no one.
Tonight, Sheriff Reyes stood at the window. The kerosene lamp on his desk lit him up from behind: tall, broad-shouldered, brown hair cut short but still wavy. On one of those shoulders was the scar from a shell that blew him out of the sniper’s nest he’d sat in for three days, picking off Germans but never giving away his position. I’d read that in the Bossier City newspaper, when he’d come home a hero after the war ended.
He turned around and said, “Your mother’s right. Mrs. Badeaux can’t cook.”
I didn’t speak; he was also very handsome.


***

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Mindful Writers Retreat Authors 
Many of the writers who contributed to the anthology. 
The retreats happen at Ligonier camp and conference center in Ligonier, PA. Tenth retreat is coming up this fall!


Twenty-six Mindful Writers Retreat Authors contributed to Into the Woods. The group consists of bestsellers, award-winners, first-time authors, seasoned veterans, poets, memoirists, essayists, musicians, journalists, novelists, and short story writers who are traditionally, self and hybrid published. At Mindful Writers Retreats the labels don’t create a hierarchy, but instead reveal the richness of those who attend. Every single writer contributes to the magic and the fun that results from meditation, walking in the woods, and hour upon hour of mindful writing.

Authors in alphabetical order:
Lorraine Bonzelet
Wende Dikec
Teresa Futrick
Selah Gray
Hilary Hauck
Michele Zirkle
Eileen Enwright Hodgetts
Larry Ivkovich
Lori M. Jones
Kimberly Kurth-Gray
Laura Lovic-Lindsay
Ramona DeFelice Long
MaryAlice Meli
Gail Oare Sher Pensiero
Kim Pierson
Cara Reinard
James Robinson, Jr.
Larry Schardt
Linda K. Schmitmeyer
Carol Schoenig
Kathleen Shoop
Martha Swiss
Amy Walter
Madhu Bazaz Wangu
Denise Weaver

Many of the writers who contributed to the anthology. 
The retreats happen at Ligonier camp and conference center in Ligonier, PA. Tenth retreat is coming up this fall!

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Wednesday, 27 June 2018

A Premature Apocalypse
Author: Dan Sofer
ISBN: 0-9863932-6-6

Hi Everyone

Here we have it the final instalment of the Dry Bones Society, you can check out my reviews of the first two An Unexpected Afterlife and An Accidental Messiah  

I read the first two books in this trilogy and quickly fell in love this series.  Both books grabbed my attention as I became obsessed with the characters.  So when A Premature Apocalyspe  found its way onto my Kindle I once again entered the pages to see what had become of these characters.

Elijah has been my favourite character thoughout this series.  I don't exactly know why he grabbed my attention as most of the plot didn't centre around him.  But, this perhaps that is why I had to keep reading.  If I wanted to know what he was up to I had to keep reading in search.  I was pleased with his final outcome in this novel.  He was kept as the Elijah I expected which is something I really like in a novel.  I don't always want a twisted outcome in a character, so in this case I wasn't dissappointed.  

As I opened this book I found the politcal content a little distracting but only because I'm not a majorly politically influenced person.  But, I had to keep reading because I knew Dan Sofer wouln't dissapoint me in any way.  And right on!  By the end of the first quater I was turning the pages a quick as I could.  By half way I was totally taken by the thrill of the the plot.  This book has plenty of historical content entwined with biblical wonder as we journey into the world's end days with these characters.  It really got me thinking about a lot of things the movies have neglected to think about.  Im impressed!  I have to say I am totally impress with this series it has been well thought out and developed.  I recommend it to all.  


Description:

The final novel in the award-winning Dry Bones Society trilogy.
WORLD WAR III IS THE LEAST OF HIS PROBLEMS…
Everyone knows Moshe Karlin is the Messiah. Except for Moshe Karlin.
As he wields his newfound political power to fix Israeli society, natural disasters—and some very unnatural disasters—devastate the Holy Land and turn his plans to dust.
World War III inches nearer and the planet’s fate dangles by a thread. With time running out until the End of History, Moshe must overcome unimaginable obstacles and diabolic opponents to fulfill his destiny… and uncover the shocking truth of the long-awaited Redemption!
Elsewhere in Jerusalem, a lovesick suicide bomber gets a lucky break, a reformed criminal makes a devastating decision, and a broken prophet defies death one last time.

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This was available from: Amazon andBook depository


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Saturday, 23 June 2018

Present over perfect

Present Over Perfect
Author: Shauna Niequist
ISBN: 9780310346715

Leaving behind frantic for a simpler, more soulful way of living



Hi Everyone

I was drawn to this book the minute I set my eyes on it.  I have no idea why, I wasn't in the head space to be picking up a book like this one, but I kept going back to it.  So, when a book does that why not buy it?  Its shouting out your name... right!?

I have no regret picking having purchased this.  No regrets at all, after all we can never have too many books :)

From the first page to the last I felt like I was having coffe with Shauna.  She spoke as a friend.  She write with realty.  At times I thought it was even me talking holding a conversation with Shauna rather than reading hers.  This book is one of the best books I have read on the topic of life, its fast pace, and the urning for some silence in our day.  I will read this again.  I am sure it will reamain on my bookcase for many years, and will leave its place in my home because it has become worn out.  That is how much I related to this lady's voice and writing.  I haven't met Shauna Niequist but I feel like she would connect to many women out there.  She loves to cook and she can do so at my place anytime she's passing.

For woman stuck in the perfect, fast paced world we call today, I think you will enjoy a coffee with this book.  Pick a copy up if you are ever blessed enough to come across one.


Description:

A few years ago, I found myself exhausted and isolated, my soul and body sick. I was tired of being tired, burned out on busy. And, it seemed almost everyone I talked with was in the same boat: longing for connection, meaning, depth, but settling for busy. I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, neighbor, writer, and I know all too well that settling feeling. But over the course of the last few years, I've learned a way to live, marked by grace, love, rest, and play. And it's changing everything. Present Over Perfect is an invitation to this journey that changed my life. I'll walk this path with you, a path away from frantic pushing and proving, and toward your essential self, the one you were created to be before you began proving and earning for your worth. Written in Shauna's warm and vulnerable style, this collection of essays focuses on the most important transformation in her life, and maybe yours too: leaving behind busyness and frantic living and rediscovering the person you were made to be. Present Over Perfect is a hand reaching out, pulling you free from the constant pressure to perform faster, push harder, and produce more, all while maintaining an exhausting image of perfection. Shauna offers an honest account of what led her to begin this journey, and a compelling vision for an entirely new way to live: soaked in grace, rest, silence, simplicity, prayer, and connection with the people that matter most to us. In these pages, you'll be invited to consider the landscape of your own life, and what it might look like to leave behind the pressure to be perfect and begin the life-changing practice of simply being present, in the middle of the mess and the ordinariness of life.


This was available from: Book DepositoryAmazon and Fishpond


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Saturday, 9 June 2018

Sink

Sink
Author: M E Rhines
ISBN: 978-1-63422-240-2


Hi Everyone

To start with... I love the cover!  To be honest with you it is what made me add it to my TBR list.   

Second, I couldn't resist that it's main character was Princess Mermaid Pauline.  

And third, it was classed as a 'Clean Teen Read', and I wasn't disappointed at all.

I haven't picked up a book like this one for years.  I have seen lots of changeling books and teen issue books but nothing like this one. I have to say that I am mildly impressed by the ability to write a book that will grab the interest of our innocent teens that don't want to read about the issues they face each day, but rather escape into a novel like this one.  Even though the plot was different from other teen reads that have come my way recently I would like to comment that the plot was far from weak.  I really enjoyed every page.

I enjoyed character in this book.  Normally there is one that will really get on my nerves, but not so in this one.  Even the horrid mother/queen actually had it place and suited it.  She wasn't too over done that I was able to handle her :)  As for the human, Eddie, I really liked him.  He has character in more ways than one.  I liked the best friend and the aunt.  Actually, if I really think about it, I would say that the 'top of the pecking order' sister is the one that did my head in.  I was pleased to see her be put in her place.  I can't say too much I will spoil it all for your young readers.

Now that I have given you a little insight into the first book in this series. there is "Swim' and "Splash' to follow.  I have to admit that I have just added "Swim' to my kindle.  I can't resist a read that takes me from this world into another and still has a bit of innocence to the reading.  


Description:

Obedience has always been a matter of survival for sixteen-year-old mermaid princess Pauline. Her mother is the tyrannical Queen Calypso, who rules the kingdom of Atargatis with an iron trident. To utter one word against her would mean banishment--or worse--so Pauline bites her tongue and minds her manners. But on the eve of her sister's merling-shower, all of that is about to change. Confronted with the truth about what happens to the human men who are betrothed to the mermaids of Atargatis, Pauline realizes she can stay silent no more.

Determined to end the queen's dark tradition, Pauline goes along on a search for shipwreck survivors, secretly planning to free them. But things get complicated when she finds herself inexplicably drawn to one of the men. Before she realizes what's happening, she has kissed him--and a kiss from a mermaid is not without consequences. Now Pauline will have to risk everything if she is to save the young man and thwart the queen's dark plans.
Taken from: Goodreads.com

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Sink

Monday, 28 May 2018

Jorie and the magic stones

Jorie and the Magic Stones
Author: A H Richardson
ISBN:  9780692358924


Hi Everyone

I have just had the pleasure of reading this fantastic little novel!  Thank you to A. H. Richardson for allowing me a copy to read and review; I love a good children's novel and this one has left me with a smile on my face.

I will definitely be reading the next books in this series!

Normally it is the characters that draw me into a book, but in this case it has to be the worlds.  More often than not there are worlds within worlds in a good fantasy read, but this really interested me because the world the kids entered was under water.  But, not in the water.  Interesting thought.  This is what first got my attention. 

Then there was the dragons.  I am always sucked in by dragons.  I can't help it, I actually find them adorable.  In this book the dragons change.  It kept me on my toes.  

Of course there has to be at least one character which gets on my nerves and in this book it was the irritating professor.  He was so nosey and annoying.  Fantastic writing and character building.

I found the story evolved very quickly near the end but this was good because I often find that my students get bored of reading if things don't move along in the plot.  What I also liked was that the kids can leave reading at the end of this novel if they wish, or pick up the next one.  It becomes their choice as there was no definite cliff hanger at the end of the book.  I for one will have to see where their adventures from here take them though.

Overall a great little read that I would highly recommend to your young readers.


Description: 

When Marjorie went to live with her frosty maiden aunt, she couldn't imagine the adventures she would have with dragons - good and bad - and all the strange creatures that live in a mysterious land beneath the Tarn. The spunky 9-year-old redhead forges an unlikely friendship with an insecure young boy named Rufus who lives with his crusty grandfather next door. When Jorie - for that is what she prefers to be called - finds a dusty ancient book about dragons, she learns four strange words that will send the two of them into a mysterious land beneath the Tarn, riddled with enchantment and danger. Hungry for adventure, the children take the plunge, quite literally, and find themselves in the magic land of Cabrynthius. Upon meeting the good dragon, the Great Grootmonya, Jorie and Rufus are given a quest to find the three Stones of Maalog - stones of enormous power - and return them to their rightful place in Cabrynthius. Their mission is neither easy nor safe, and is peppered with perils in the form of the evil black half-dragon who rules the shadowy side of the land. They have to deal with a wicked and greedy professor, the tragic daughter of the bad dragon, caves of fire, rocky mountainous climbs, and a deadly poisonous butterfly. Jorie must rely on her wits and courage to win the day? Can she do this? Can she find all three Stones? Can she save Rufus when disaster befalls him? Can she emerge victorious? She and Rufus have some hair-raising challenges, in which they learn valuable lessons about loyalty, bravery, and friendship.

This was available from: AmazonBook depository and Fishpond


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Friday, 4 May 2018

The art of fully living

The Art of  Fully Living
Author: Tal Gur
ISBN: 9781549929618


Hi Everyone,

I was offered a copy of this book to read while I was in the midst of ahuge challenge to read some of my own books, and reading my last review which was beyond a crazy read.  But, I couldn't say no for two reasons.  First I am a crazy book person who loves to have my next read sitting beside my bed ready to be opened!  Second...

'1 man, 10 years, 100 life goals' 

Particularly the 100 life goals, how many people have 100 of the things?  And to only have 10 years to achieve them.  Now that is a mission in itself.  So I had to read what went on in this mans mind.

I enjoyed every page.  There were so many principles in this book which I live by, that I enjoyed reading about his tactics, adventures, mistakes (if you could call them that) and pickups.  I loved his beginnings and know he isn't finished even as I close the final page.  I can't say I live by every principle, because I don't, but I can say that many of the things he touches on are very good and worth reading about.

Some will read this book as a self help book; some will read as an adventure; some will read and take on their own journey; and some will put the book down half way through and carry on with their lives unchanged.  I like this about the concept of 'fully living' because we all have our own 'FULL'  

What is your 'FULL'?

I for one, like to achieve things.  I set the most stupid goals, but look back and think I have done so many little things with my life... so far... still more stupid ideas to come for me yet.  What are your latest goals?  Do you have 100?  I don't, but I keep finding just one more.  If you want to read about one mans journey, over 10 years, through his first 100, then this is the book to pick up.  I am sure this is just the start of his life goals.  I am interested to see where the next 10 years takes him.


Description:

"10 years to live, that's how far I look into the future."
My friend stood by an open window, looking out toward the water from his Melbourne apartment where three of us had gathered a few days after my birthday.
It was a beautiful starry night and the fragrance of a new beginning was in the air. We were all in a similar position: we had recently entered our 30's, and we had just received our permanent residency in Australia. Naturally, the conversation turned to the question of life goals—where do we go from here?
My friend continued: "My father died in his early 40's, so I am going to set my life goals based on the fact that I also may not be here after that age."
Salty ocean air swirled around us as his words sunk in. The idea of our mortality confronted us, filled the room. But instead of weighing me down, it had the effect of clarification. It was a much-needed epiphany, a refreshing perspective for three young men who had already lived three decades of life, but still felt the need for something grandiose, something important, something that would make us feel fully lived.
The concept immediately sparked something inside of me—how would I live my life if I only had 10 years left? I would certainly not waste any time. I would not delay my goals until retirement. My bucket list wouldn't stretch on until I was 80; things would have to get done right away.
Creating a list of hefty goals for the short-term, not the long-term, seemed a little like playing a trick on yourself, but really, there was nothing sneaky about this approach to goal-setting. It suddenly just made a lot of sense.
That night, we wrote down some of our life goals and shared them with each other.
As I drove home under starry skies, there was an energy surging through me. I felt filled up with life at the idea of how I was going to approach this huge crossroads in my life. I thought, "Yes, this is the perspective I want to adopt. This is how I want to live my life."
Creating bucket lists and New Year's resolutions had never been my thing. Tonight, for the first time, I felt the power of making those lists.
Back in my apartment, I rushed to write down more goals that buzzed through my mind. The list grew rapidly until I reached 100 life goals for the next decade of my life. Ten years, 100 goals—the numbers felt right.
Little did I know that this night and this list would change the course of my life...
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