CiRCE for the rest of us

Every year I dream and scheme about getting to the CiRCE Conference. The money is never there, the time is always elusive, and I remain a wannabe.

And so I content myself with my newly arrived set of 2009 Conference CDs.

The binder of inspiration arrived at the perfect time, as I am heading to this destination on Friday, eager to see my girl. Many hours there, many hours back, and I have thirty sessions from which to choose. That will help speed the hours along as we hurry to see her, and I am confident it will provide distraction, if not comfort, for the drive home.


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