For phenomenal personal growth and a new you....
John O. Andersen
Try this method:
"Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in
my
sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a reverie, amidst the pines
and
hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the
birds
sing around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling
in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distant
highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasons like
corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would
have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and
above my usual allowance." --Henry David Thoreau
John Andersen
Uncoventional Ideas: A Collection of Short Essays Which Question Mainstream
Thinking
http://www.unconventionalideas.com
"Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in
my
sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a reverie, amidst the pines
and
hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the
birds
sing around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling
in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distant
highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasons like
corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would
have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and
above my usual allowance." --Henry David Thoreau
John Andersen
Uncoventional Ideas: A Collection of Short Essays Which Question Mainstream
Thinking
http://www.unconventionalideas.com
Valerie
"Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in
my
sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a reverie, amidst the pines
and
hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the
birds
sing around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling
in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distant
highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasons like
corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would
have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and
above my usual allowance." --Henry David Thoreau
**I think we can safely say Mr Thoreau wasn't a mom. I can't even take a 15
minute bath uninterrupted, much less sit there rapt in reverie all day.
<sigh>
--Valerie in Tacoma
my
sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a reverie, amidst the pines
and
hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the
birds
sing around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling
in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distant
highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasons like
corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would
have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and
above my usual allowance." --Henry David Thoreau
**I think we can safely say Mr Thoreau wasn't a mom. I can't even take a 15
minute bath uninterrupted, much less sit there rapt in reverie all day.
<sigh>
--Valerie in Tacoma
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In a message dated 11/29/00 7:14:14 AM Pacific Standard Time,
valeries@... writes:
<< **I think we can safely say Mr Thoreau wasn't a mom. I can't even take a 15
minute bath uninterrupted, much less sit there rapt in reverie all day.
<sigh>
minds work. My oldest was the one who most often appeared to be doing
"nothing." She's also the m one with the artistic/dramatic personality. From
ages 6-12 I was rather mystified by her inclination to spend her time
reading, watching TV and playing Barbies. I would get glimpses along the way
of what was going on inside her. Nothing she did looked like school. When she
was 11 or 12 we were reading an article in the Smithsonian about people who
dress mannequins and she said, "See, Mom, it's a real thing, my interest in
Barbies." Now she's almost 20 and is studying drama at the City College of
San Francisco and dreaming of going to the London Academy of Dramatic Arts in
a couple of years.
valeries@... writes:
<< **I think we can safely say Mr Thoreau wasn't a mom. I can't even take a 15
minute bath uninterrupted, much less sit there rapt in reverie all day.
<sigh>
>>Hear, hear...nonetheless it's a beautiful description of how certain creative
minds work. My oldest was the one who most often appeared to be doing
"nothing." She's also the m one with the artistic/dramatic personality. From
ages 6-12 I was rather mystified by her inclination to spend her time
reading, watching TV and playing Barbies. I would get glimpses along the way
of what was going on inside her. Nothing she did looked like school. When she
was 11 or 12 we were reading an article in the Smithsonian about people who
dress mannequins and she said, "See, Mom, it's a real thing, my interest in
Barbies." Now she's almost 20 and is studying drama at the City College of
San Francisco and dreaming of going to the London Academy of Dramatic Arts in
a couple of years.
Valerie
it's a beautiful description of how certain creative
minds work. My oldest was the one who most often appeared to be doing
"nothing." She's also the m one with the artistic/dramatic personality. From
ages 6-12 I was rather mystified by her inclination to spend her time
reading, watching TV and playing Barbies. I would get glimpses along the way
of what was going on inside her. Nothing she did looked like school. When
she
was 11 or 12 we were reading an article in the Smithsonian about people who
dress mannequins and she said, "See, Mom, it's a real thing, my interest in
Barbies." Now she's almost 20 and is studying drama at the City College of
San Francisco and dreaming of going to the London Academy of Dramatic Arts
in
a couple of years.
**Oh, thank you for saying that. There's hope for my little drama
queen/artist.
--Valerie in Tacoma
minds work. My oldest was the one who most often appeared to be doing
"nothing." She's also the m one with the artistic/dramatic personality. From
ages 6-12 I was rather mystified by her inclination to spend her time
reading, watching TV and playing Barbies. I would get glimpses along the way
of what was going on inside her. Nothing she did looked like school. When
she
was 11 or 12 we were reading an article in the Smithsonian about people who
dress mannequins and she said, "See, Mom, it's a real thing, my interest in
Barbies." Now she's almost 20 and is studying drama at the City College of
San Francisco and dreaming of going to the London Academy of Dramatic Arts
in
a couple of years.
**Oh, thank you for saying that. There's hope for my little drama
queen/artist.
--Valerie in Tacoma
[email protected]
Kirby used to arrange his Ninja Turtle figures into elaborate battle scenes
and say "Come an dsee my sculpture!" He would tell me what each was doing,
and why each had which weapons and what Splinter was doing and who knew what
in the scene, and who was being surprised.
It wasn't really my kind of thing, but subsequent to that I tried to remember
to point out to him when I saw battle scenarios in gaming stores, or
paintings of historic battles, or diagrams in books of troop movements. He
was doing a real thing. It was story telling, and tactics, and
"documentation"--things that "real" adults do for fun and money. (If you
don't like military topics, think model railroading.)
For Barbies, you can see window dressings of all sorts (sometimes with whole
rooms created for the mannequin to sit in), store displays, catalog layouts,
magazine advertising, museum displays, the layout of books such as DK and
Usborne which have things arranged on the page so that one's eye is led from
one part to another. They're "just playing" the way some lucky adults just
play for a living! Commercial art lives!
Also from Barbie play and drawing people (and dressing the drawings) and
outlining kids with chalk on sidewalks and dressing those outlines, Holly has
worked up a large set of color and shape schemes. She dresses amazingly (and
did NOT get it from me, that's for sure) in stuff she finds at thrift stores
or garage sales, and will use a skirt as a shirt, will see something that
matches a pair of shoes she has and will build a knockout outfit based on two
things (down to earrings and hairtie). That kind of art isn't to be
discouraged.
Sandra
Sandra
and say "Come an dsee my sculpture!" He would tell me what each was doing,
and why each had which weapons and what Splinter was doing and who knew what
in the scene, and who was being surprised.
It wasn't really my kind of thing, but subsequent to that I tried to remember
to point out to him when I saw battle scenarios in gaming stores, or
paintings of historic battles, or diagrams in books of troop movements. He
was doing a real thing. It was story telling, and tactics, and
"documentation"--things that "real" adults do for fun and money. (If you
don't like military topics, think model railroading.)
For Barbies, you can see window dressings of all sorts (sometimes with whole
rooms created for the mannequin to sit in), store displays, catalog layouts,
magazine advertising, museum displays, the layout of books such as DK and
Usborne which have things arranged on the page so that one's eye is led from
one part to another. They're "just playing" the way some lucky adults just
play for a living! Commercial art lives!
Also from Barbie play and drawing people (and dressing the drawings) and
outlining kids with chalk on sidewalks and dressing those outlines, Holly has
worked up a large set of color and shape schemes. She dresses amazingly (and
did NOT get it from me, that's for sure) in stuff she finds at thrift stores
or garage sales, and will use a skirt as a shirt, will see something that
matches a pair of shoes she has and will build a knockout outfit based on two
things (down to earrings and hairtie). That kind of art isn't to be
discouraged.
Sandra
Sandra