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Every year at the end, comes a new year. It happens every time until our end of time.  So here we go again. It is a time to re-evalutate. Did you know what you wanted this year and did you work to get it? Did it happen or are you just passing time and taking that heaven forbid attitude of "Well. It is just meant to be."  Or, all things happen for a reason. Sorry, I just can't buy that way of thinking. I woke up too early again. Thinking. It is the last day of the year and do I regret this year?  Or was it fantastic? Time to reevaluate. And of course, there will be no New Year's resolutions.  That was a resolution I made years ago.  One day at a time is plenty for me. A few years ago I went to a new age kind of winter solstice party. It was lovely. We followed an ancient type ritual and filled golden glass Christmas ornaments with herbs and wishes or goals if I remember correctly.  We were supposed to break it at a significant time which I don't remember eit...

My favorite poem of 2010. Thank you Martin O'Neill for this discovery Echoes of Memory by John O'Donohue On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colours, indigo, red, green, and azure blue come to awaken in you a meadow of delight. When the canvas frays in the currach of thought and a stain of ocean blackens beneath you, may there come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight to bring you safely home. May the nourishment of the earth be yours, may the clarity of light be yours, may the fluency of the ocean be yours, may the protection of the ancestors be yours. And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you, an invisible cloak to mind your life.

Ian Coward at 6 months old sitting on my lap at the potter's wheel "helping" me make a plate.  From the Bristol Herald Courier Sept  28th, 1983 An invitation to have another exhibit, a big blank room and a lump of clay. What could be finer? My son Ian and I will exhibit together.  As you can see above he got an early start. I was delighted when a friend asked me a few months ago if I would like to have my own exhibit at the Equality Center in Tulsa.  Finally, after years of showing and selling in so many different directions I am returning to creating for quality shows. Some of which, are just for me.  Maybe I have finally paid my dues and can return to some original goals, producing quality pots and sculpture made from my heart and soul and exhibiting off the street.  I was once a starry eyed grad student.  You know the kind.  I know the kind.  They feel they have paid their dues already and the art world is just waiting for their fantastic ...

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