Arc to Arcturus, then speed on to Spica

Ah, such beauty and wonder is found in the experience and sensation of doing. Jane- of course you've found a delightful name under which our freshest ideas and discoveries may be shared. It is a name most perfectly befitting, and inspiring, given our current reality of living miles and miles apart.

So why not let our combined brilliance mimic that of the stars? Since we cannot always inhabit a local community as we once did, why not expand the feeling of proximity to that of the Local Interstellar Cloud? (Which, I'll have you know, is referred to by casual astronomers as "the local fluff".)

At the moment I find myself at the dizzying brink of what feels to be yet another new season of my life. In less than a week I will begin the year of my life that will be marked twenty-three years old. Virginia Woolf has just renewed my obsession with finding a satisfying way of explaining the boundaries that exist naturally and are created in various ways between ourselves and our selves. I have ambitious plans to begin creating things (handsewn creatures and characters, books, stationary, small fragments of beauty to adorn necks and ears) and attempt to sell them on etsy. Money, always my enemy, is a practical necessity at this time of floating aimlessly amidst student loans and my desire to be able to support myself.

Well, rather than slip further into a rambling, bramble of worries, I will head off back into my day, and try to ward off the borishness and failure that has characterised my recent job searching. Happily, my mind has been inspired into action by these perfect words..

to act quickly, on instinct.
to let go of the fastidiousness and obsession.
to be and to do.