Sometimes it's hard to say goodbye. It just feels easier to keep holding on. But in the long run it's usually a good idea to let go, it's the daring thing to do. It allows room for new things, for transformation. And maybe the goodbye isn't even forever, but you can't know until you really say goodbye and mean it. In some cases, goodbye is really the end, and good riddance!
For this assignment, say goodbye to all the things you need to let go of: bad habits, dead people, alive people, ex-boyfriends and girlfriends, self-destructive feelings and behaviors, jobs, projects, re-occurring thoughts, etc. Write it as a simple list…and then illustrate one or two.
Goodbye Bill.
Goodbye wetting the bed.
Good bye interrupting people when they are talking.
Etc……..
It can be as long or as short as you like. And, most importantly, take a moment with each one to really say goodbye. This isn't a catalogue of your fears and faults, this is a ceremony to bid them farewell.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Ice Cream...your new assignment..posted by me very late
"My advice to you is not to inquire why or whether, but just to enjoy your ice cream while it is on your plate - that's my philosophy." by Thornton Wilder (1897-1975), from The Skin Of Our Teeth, written in 1942


Ice cream or ice-cream (originally iced cream) is a frozen dessert usually made from dairy products, such as milk and cream, combined with fruits or other ingredients. Most varieties contain sugar, although some are made with other sweeteners. In some cases, artificial flavorings and colorings are used in addition to (or in replacement of) the natural ingredients. This mixture is stirred slowly while cooling to prevent large ice crystals from forming; the result is a smoothly textured ice cream.
I grew up in the cold-war 1950's and '60's, when "The Russians" were testing nuclear bombs, which sent nuclear fallout all over the world in the atmosphere. Somehow my mother overcame her fears and let me and my brothers bring in potentially contaminated snow to make "ice cream"...a dreamy concoction of snow, milk, sugar, vanilla, and even chocolate.
One other early memory of going to get ice cream, was dressing up in my spiffiest outfit of pedal-pushers, and crop top (age 4-5) on a summer Friday night. The place was called "Van's" and was located where Dominoes now stands. I would always get orange sherbet---never "real" ice cream. My favorite now: Young's Dairy.......cinnamon...the best.
One other early memory of going to get ice cream, was dressing up in my spiffiest outfit of pedal-pushers, and crop top (age 4-5) on a summer Friday night. The place was called "Van's" and was located where Dominoes now stands. I would always get orange sherbet---never "real" ice cream. My favorite now: Young's Dairy.......cinnamon...the best.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Your new assignment is LOVE
Before i even knew him.....
The beauty of nature........
Two loves--one for them, both for me.......My mom and dad....it makes me smile, and it hurts to see them, knowing he is gone......
We all have them--likes and loves (and not). Every aspect of our lives are affected by this abstract concept called Love. Check out this link to help you think about how you'd like to express this very complex idea: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love
Monday, January 26, 2009
Your new assignment is "Snow"

The definition of snow is type of precipitation in the form of crystalline water ice, consisting of a multitude of snowflakes that fall from clouds. The process of this precipitation is called snowfall.
In 1885 Wilson Alwyn ("Snowflake") Bentley, of Jericho, Vermont, began taking photographs of snowflakes through a microscope. Thousands of Bentley's photomicrographs were eventually collected in his book Snow Crystals (1931). The fact that not one of the snowflakes photographed by Bentley was identical to another is probably the basis for the idea that no two snowflakes are ever exactly the same--an idea that is in fact unverifiable.
In 1885 Wilson Alwyn ("Snowflake") Bentley, of Jericho, Vermont, began taking photographs of snowflakes through a microscope. Thousands of Bentley's photomicrographs were eventually collected in his book Snow Crystals (1931). The fact that not one of the snowflakes photographed by Bentley was identical to another is probably the basis for the idea that no two snowflakes are ever exactly the same--an idea that is in fact unverifiable.
When I was in college, one of my roommates had a dress that she wore on the first snowfall of each year. Dressing up to celebrate the first snow, was a new idea to me, and this photo reminds me of her delight and exuberance. Snow makes the world magical, even the most ordinary, even unsightly places are transformed.New Year's Resolutions
Find time to knit the socks, sweater, and shawl....or at least continue to enjoy the beauty of the color and texture of the wool as it sits on my bedroom floor.
Keep the scales in the cubby. Eat healthy food, moderately. Exercise in a sane manner. Love myself. Enough said.
This past summer I made a committment to do some kind of creative artwork for at least two hours per day. Many days I achieved that goal, and on several, I actually worked more than two hours. When school begins, I become a designer of creative activity for others, finding it easier to attend to other responsibilites when I have down time. Doing creative work is actually much more relaxing and exciting than many other choices. My resolution is to work on my own personal art and photography for some time each week. A Good GoalThursday, January 22, 2009
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