Dear
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FROM THE EDITOR
This is the year for me to plan a pilgrimage. It’s not that I want to go anywhere in particular. The pilgrimage could simply take place within the far reaching corners of my mind. For some time, all of my life really, I have often pondered the notion of whether I have a destiny. And deep down inside when I pose this question, I know I do. Destiny. Making my mark. It all belongs to me. And to all of you.
I picked up a book to read from Lamplight Books in the Pike Place market. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho has been read by everyone except me. I’m a late bloomer. I never like to read books while they are hot and raging, climbing the New York Times Bestseller list. I tend to read well-touted books after the hoopla has died, so I can distinguish the hype from what is real and true. Mr. Coelho refers to destiny as one’s personal legend. Some of us might call our destiny a personal brand, a calling, or our soul.
I don’t mean to make my pilgrimage sound mysterious, but my daughter called me out of the blue to tell me she was grappling with this thing called destiny. I don’t know where to draw the line, she said somewhat apologetically, between what is my responsibility in life and what is not. I felt for her and I especially felt her angst. I told her that free will and destiny might seem to be opposing concepts when in fact they are not. It’s fairly simple: we have no control over the cards we are dealt in life; we can only choose how to play our hand. Every card we toss in the ring can be a game changer.
–Patricia Vaccarino