The companion book asks us to open at random the book we are reading to receive Hermit advice. That would be my Artist's Way morning pages. It fell open at January 28, 2002. Which presented the task of writing a letter to ourselves at eighty years old.
Three oversize pages, if I decide to pitch the journal I'll keep these, which cover everything from grief and acceptance, to Charles Manson, Emporium t-shirts to grace and growth... I would recommend this Hermit-ish task to anyone.
"The present letter is a very long one, simply because I had no leisure to make it shorter." ~ Blaise Pascal 1623-1662
Tarot opened previously closed doors to my own heart with it's merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.