Writer's Block: Name your passion

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I'm most passionate about child-focused philanthropy. Any cause to protect, enrich, or support the life of a human during childhood is at my heart's core. The reason? Not only do I feel it my responsibility, as an adult, to care for those younger and more vulnerable than I am, but I also think childhood is the crucial period in creating a strong, healthy, unassailable sense of self. I believe that if we're raised with boundless love and encouragement and the safety of feeling that we have "enough" materially (enough to eat, warm enough clothes, enough extra to have a treat or two, enough to pursue our unique dreams) that we'll each have a strong core to weather temporary deprivations of those things when we're full grown.

If I had the power, every child would go to bed with a full stomach, every child would have their accomplishments applauded and praised, their skills and aptitudes explored, every child would be in the care of someone who loved them as fiercely and completely as I love my son, as the Goddess loves us, and every child would know the magic of unexpected gifts, travel, and the goodness of humanity.

What are you most passionate about in this life?

The Year of Firsts Meme

The first sentence (or two) from the first post of each month in 2009. You know how this works. :D Memes and tweets and whatnot don't count.

January
I cut my ties with Full Moon Swaps for New Year's, handing the leadership of it to seven (very capable) volunteers.

February
Tuesday afternoon, I clipped Graeme into his stroller, poured raisins and graham crackers and cereal into the handy food tray, and walked a few miles around my Mom's landscaped neighborhood.

March
I'm still in Florida and mostly internet-less.

April
Holiday venting.

Lying or setting up a prank with the express purpose of making someone look foolish or face public humiliation is cruel--no matter what day of the year it is.

May
Now that Dreamwidth is in Open Beta, I've gotten myself an account there.

June
Waking up this morning, I was actually surprised to realize that I was sleeping in my own bed.

July
Rhiannon, they're apricots. (I'm an idiot. English. Not my best language. ;) )

August
For the fourth(?) year in a row, Daniel and I have adopted a family for Christmas through a local Catholic homeless shelter.

September
Our mother/son Alaskan cruise experiences refuse to be corralled into a linear account.

October
It is October, the most magic and wonderful month of the whole year. (If you ask me.) I am celebrating her return by flipping through back issues of The Blessed Bee, a pagan family newsletter, and enjoying a leisurely breakfast of Ezekial toast, natural peanut butter, and chai spiced apple cider.

November
Daniel, Graeme, and I dressed up and hit the streets for a Halloween party and parade at our neighborhood park. It was freezing, so I had to layer Graeme up in all kinds of socks and tights and leg-warmers and things that I'd hacked off to accommodate his costume.

December
My father's in the hospital again.