I have so many favourite things -- including but not limited to empty journals, chocolate, my little pin dish, my potato scrubber, reading, nature, the colour cobalt blue, the colour indigo, the colour mauve, (okay I'll stop with the colours now but may I just point out how many awesome colours are in the blue/purple families?), dollhouse furniture, my dishwasher, crafting, blogging, folding laundry (yes, really), spring, fall, and kind people. And chocolate. And reading.
Chocolate and reading needed to be mentioned twice.
But while I like to eat chocolate, I can't say I really enjoy seeing it unless I can also eat it, and I can't even start to figure out how to do it. Unless do means make, and that sounds like a lot of work when I can just buy a nice bar of Swiss chocolate for $2.49.
That leaves reading.
I don't even remember learning to read. I just remember reading, from an early age. My older brother recently claimed the credit for teaching me, and since I can't refute his claim, I'll accept that as a true-ish version of events. Our mother read to both of us a great deal when we were little, and I'm sure that also helped me to be an early and competent reader.
I think that the most important skill a person, especially a child, can acquire is the ability to read, because it makes everything else in life so much more accessible. If you can read, you can teach yourself anything. You can make sense of the world. You can learn things that other people have already figured out, so that you are not re-inventing the wheel. You can build on ideas to come up with new ideas. You can experience things through reading that you might not have the means or opportunity to experience first-hand.
I have the feeling I'm preaching to the choir here, so let's just forge ahead and get to the poem now.
Reading Is . . .
My escape, at the end of a long, monotonous, work-filled day.
My therapy, when life's pressures threaten to take my breath away.
My entertainment, when I have "me" time to spend.
My teacher, for there are things to learn without end.
My comfort, when I am sad or anxious or hurt.
. . . And my downfall, when I should be doing housework . . .
Sarcastic kitty is just jealous of your bond with your book.
(Image courtesy of icanhas.cheezburger.ca)
Thank you all for your helpful comments on last Friday's post about journals. I plan to do an update on that topic this coming Friday. You gave me a lot to think about!
What is YOUR favourite thing to see or do?