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A Passion for Learning

"Develop a passion for learning.  If you do, you will never cease to grow."
 - Anthony J D'Angelo

Learning is a life long endeavour.  We tend to equate learning with formal settings like school.  But what about all of the opportunities that surround us each day?  Simply reading through a magazine, watching a television program or observing our surroundings while on a walk affords us the chance to engage our minds.

Back in January I wrote about using the "dormant season" to learn.  As the seasons march on, I'm continuing to increase my knowledge.  Today has been no exception.  If you look at how my blog appears, you will see some additional features, a new lay-out and tabs.  On Tuesday, I received a wonderful book as a gift.  It's entitled "Food Styling - The Art of Preparing Food for the Camera" by Delores Custer.  While it is going to take me awhile to get through it, I'm excited to dig in and see what can be discovered.  Even Isabella, my chocolate lab, is in discovery mode.  Right now, she's out wandering in the backyard, sniffing and enjoying the glorious afternoon.

Things are no longer dormant...it's time for activity, discovery...and the development of a passion for learning about and experiencing new adventures.

Passionate ~ Missy

Comments

  1. Wildlife Art by SylMarch 8, 2013 at 6:34 PM

    You are absolutely right..learning and increasing your knowledge is a vital part of living. I have found that knowledge can eliminate fear. Knowledge and learning are a challenge but it can create a spice in life especially when life seems to get in a rut.

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  2. Missy AMarch 10, 2013 at 3:39 PM

    I like the elminating fear element.

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