Wishcasting Wednesday

Wednesday brings this question: What do you wish to read?

I used to read. A lot. Over the past few years, I don't read as much as I used to, and that makes me wonder what's going on with me. I'm not certain. I know that I simply don't have the attention span that I used to have. I used to be able to stay lost between the cover of a book for hours and hours. Now? I'm lucky if I get a few pages done.

I've finished most books lately by short visits to my bathroom library. I know, probably TMI that fact, but we're friends. I figure that I need to keep attempting to read even if I'm not as voracious about it as I used to be. The venue is not as important as my continued effort to try.

There is a tower of books awaiting my dribs and drabs of reading time. All lovingly selected during trips to the book store. Or gifts. Or on permanent loan from reading friends who think I might enjoy the read. I love to look at the colors on the spines. I feel rich to have such treasures waiting at my finger tips. Once completed, most, I pass along to others so I can share my riches.

I no longer insist of finishing a book simply because I started it. I used to feel guilty if I didn't finish, even one I really wasn't enjoying. Not unlike the sticky feeling you get when you have to tell a perfectly nice guy, "It's not you, it's me...."

My dear friend, Al, an avid reader and one who has written and published two books, liberated me when he said, "Holly, you'll never live long enough to read all the things that you'd really find interesting. If you don't like the book, put it down. Use your time wisely by moving on to something you enjoy." Goodness, what a novel notion! (I can hear you groaning, you know!) Al, thank you for introducing me to guilt-free reading!

Friend, Jackie, is like a thrashing machine when it comes to books. She's never met a book she didn't like. I'm fairly certain she'll consume almost anything in print. She reads, reads, and reads. I sometimes wish I could be more like her. Jackie is a wonderful spirit who I know is made even more complex and fascinating because of all the books she ingests. You'd all love talking with her.

It's not like I gave up reading for something less mentally stimulating. I mean, I can't really sit through most television shows, either. So, I'm not sitting like a zombie in front of the flickering light of my hubby's dearest possession, his 62" flat screen. Although, I do love sitting with him on the sofa and cuddling. That's well worth doing and can make me sit still quite a long time.

But then, I got to thinking, I do spend a great deal of time with all of the bloggers I've come to admire. So, maybe I am reading but not with a book in my hands.

Like a lot of things in life, sometimes the form and function change without realizing that you're still accomplishing your hopes and goals. Sometimes we just don't read the signals correctly.

So, I suppose my wish for today is that I learn to correctly read my life.

Read my accomplishments with better understanding. Continue to read my friends so I can be a better friend. Read the great emotion that lives in the small gestures of romance my Beloved gives me daily. Read and understand the needs of my loved ones so I can respond correctly. Read the fun that my dogs share with me. Oh, and I wish to read down to the carpet, the many books in the tower by my chair. But, mostly I wish to...

Read the truth and wonder of my life as the best read of all; then pass it along to share with you.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Wishing Woman