<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:24:02.103-04:00</updated><category term='A Round'/><category term='Proofreading'/><category term='Beautiful Day'/><category term='Morning&apos;s Grace'/><category term='Banana Bread'/><category term='Pema Chodron'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Stretch'/><category term='Intellectual Property'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Graphic Design'/><category term='Caring'/><category term='Job Search'/><category term='Opportunity'/><category term='Editing'/><category term='Balance'/><category term='Uncomfortable'/><category term='Kindness.'/><category term='Busy'/><category term='Five Minutes'/><category term='Meditate'/><category term='Virgina Tech'/><category term='Spending'/><category term='Gentle'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Iris'/><category term='Dictionary'/><category term='Spelling'/><category term='Grief'/><category term='Grandma Johnson'/><category term='Copyright'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='Resume'/><category term='Three Minutes'/><category term='Beginnng'/><category term='Kindness'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Uncertainty'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Begin'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='Visionary Problem Solver'/><category term='Encyclopedia'/><category term='Teaching'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='Computers'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Relaxation'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Stock Photography'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category term='Grief.'/><title type='text'>Garden Textures</title><subtitle type='html'>My work is a reflection of you. Adding quality and texture to your business communication needs in writing, photography and design.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-5317100868581905893</id><published>2009-10-06T09:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:38:09.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Profile Badge</title><content type='html'>Attached at the bottom of this entry, is my Facebook Profile Badge. The profile badge is different from the Photo Badge in one way--the profile badge is exactly the same as my profile photograph on my Facebook page. The photo badge is any photo that I choose to represent myself on the badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge START --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Ellen-Beckerman/100000232283029" title="Ellen Beckerman" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Ellen Beckerman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Ellen-Beckerman/100000232283029" title="Ellen Beckerman" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/100000232283029.675.1226576890.png" width="120" height="271" style="border: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/facebook-widgets/" title="Make your own badge!" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Create Your Badge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-5317100868581905893?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/5317100868581905893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=5317100868581905893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/5317100868581905893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/5317100868581905893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2009/10/facebook-profile-badge.html' title='Facebook Profile Badge'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-7350278392297989750</id><published>2009-10-06T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:30:47.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating a Facebook Badge</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;This entry is to practice entering a Facebook badge. Thanks for your patience.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge START --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Ellen-Beckerman/100000232283029" title="Ellen Beckerman" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Ellen Beckerman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #555555; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/facebook-widgets/" title="Make your own badge!" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Create Your Badge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Ellen-Beckerman/100000232283029" title="Ellen Beckerman" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/100000232283029.676.429390835.png" width="111" height="84" style="border: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-7350278392297989750?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/7350278392297989750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=7350278392297989750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/7350278392297989750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/7350278392297989750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2009/10/creating-facebook-badge.html' title='Creating a Facebook Badge'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-2691382729710353527</id><published>2008-05-11T10:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:11.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Round'/><title type='text'>The Harmony of Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/SCcM9uvrl2I/AAAAAAAAACs/20HmxDBLTdc/s1600-h/EWB08_0291-rose-for-mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/SCcM9uvrl2I/AAAAAAAAACs/20HmxDBLTdc/s200/EWB08_0291-rose-for-mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199138549482100578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to classical music of the Baroque period this morning as I write this entry. When I was growing up, our house was filled with music. Both of my parents played musical instruments, my Dad, the violin and my Mom, the piano. We spent time listening to classical music on the record player. Ultimately, each of my sisters and myself learned to play an instrument and to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singing After Supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my Mom who thought of the idea of singing while we cleaned up the kitchen after supper. (No automatic dishwasher at that time. Washing and drying dishes was a chore no one liked.) It started with a simple round of “Row, Row, Row Your Boat.” There is a 9 year age range from my oldest sister to my youngest. I’m number four of five daughters. I remember being taught by my Mom and my older sisters how to sing the melody and learn the trick of singing in a Round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A Round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Round is a song, usually with a simple melody, where one person starts singing and after one phrase the next person starts at the beginning and the first person continues with the next phrase. The melodies become harmonies as each person sings her part of the song in combination with the others. The song ends just as it began with each person stopping until the last person finishes the the last phrase alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending upon the song, the harmonies become quite beautiful; especially as more people join the round. We sang “London’s Burning,” and “Tender Shepherd.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lessons Learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an excellent lesson in self-confidence and team work, because each person had to sing her own part as well as listen to the others. It is also my idea of family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As adults, my sisters and I are independently living our lives, some of us with children and grandchildren, others with careers—we still come together as a family and like most families in our modern era, we have to go our separate ways again because we all live in different cities now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish a Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom and my sisters, whether or not all of us have children—each of us has that nurturing spirit! I am so glad that we are entwined in the harmonies of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-2691382729710353527?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/2691382729710353527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=2691382729710353527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/2691382729710353527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/2691382729710353527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2008/05/harmony-of-family.html' title='The Harmony of Family'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/SCcM9uvrl2I/AAAAAAAAACs/20HmxDBLTdc/s72-c/EWB08_0291-rose-for-mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-580158471806350012</id><published>2008-04-04T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:11.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Can Be Joy Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/R_Y1minRTrI/AAAAAAAAACM/v_MZA-uTcjw/s1600-h/EWB08_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/R_Y1minRTrI/AAAAAAAAACM/v_MZA-uTcjw/s400/EWB08_0245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185390957206523570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Two years ago today, my husband Bill died of a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was 56 years old. He was the best friend a person could have—kind, generous and always willing to go the extra mile. I cannot begin to tell you how much I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after he died, I began a journey to pick up the pieces, to figure out what was broken, and what was still whole. My first reaction was to try to fix what was broken. I’ve since come to realize that it’s okay to leave some things broken, they are reminder of what has been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also have come to realize that even though I can’t have what I had with Bill, there can be joy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, there is almost nothing that is the same in my life now as it was when Bill was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sorting through an enormous amount of possessions that had been stored in green bins. (I have an assortment of “bin” jokes: 1-If you have been to storage and carried back a carload of bins, you have “bin there and done that.”; 2-If you are carrying a bin full of heavy stuff, you are “Bin Laden.”; to name a just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stop thinking about the overwhelming task of sorting 5 storage spaces full of STUFF, it has had it’s fun moments. I have managed to give just about every one of my neighbors something that they could use, almost exactly when they needed it. (In fact, I have used one set of wine glasses at my neighbor Jan’s more than I used it when I owned it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest joy has been teaching basic computer skills for Mitchell Community College at the Skills Center in Statesville, NC. I teach two nights a week and I supervise/assist people at the public internet access period two nights a week. Teaching in the evenings is not something I would have considered while Bill was alive—we enjoyed each other’s company and spent most of our time together, both at work and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my fifth ten-week session graduated. (I’ve been teaching for one year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have helped each other in our struggles. On the first day, most of my students had not ever used a computer. Twelve out of fifteen registered students graduated. (Nine of them had perfect attendance.) All of them learned how to type and doubled or tripled their typing speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have cheered each other on, in our searches for work. They have been amazed at the number of part-time jobs I have put together to earn my living and the concept of being self-employed. Thankfully, my smaller jobs seem to be leading to the possibility of more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we took the time to celebrate our successes big and small. Everyone brought something to eat. We made room in our lives for ceremony. I called each person’s name and he or she came up to the podium to accept his or her certificate. We gave each person the opportunity to speak to the group, to tell them what they learned or what they liked best about the class. Suzanne Wallace, my supervisor from Mitchell was there and she congratulated each person individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my shyest students were able to speak to the group. I was so proud of the changes I could see in all of them. It was wonderful to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have learned in the past two years is to chip away at huge tasks a small portion at a time. When it seems as if nothing is changing—don’t quit, keep going. In a “marathon” type project, resting occasionally is essential, but stopping completely is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you who know me, I am a self-employed, self-starter and probable overachiever. (Okay, definite overachiever.) I have had a career of making things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, life can hand you something where you can’t simply “make it happen.” I often tell my students: “I need to have more faith in God and you need to have more faith in yourselves.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things can happen in our lives, with patience and with the ability to change our perception from what we want (or had) to what is happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of this blog is a photograph of my class. Top row from left to right: Ellen Beckerman (me), Dan Ervin, Zendarsky Mattison, Daisy Stokes, Anita Gray, William Johnson, Tyna Redmond, Aishus Watts, Jr., Suzanne Wallace. Second row: Angela Bruce, Patricia Corpening, Cynthia Smith, Dondi Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I extend my congratulations to each one of them and to any one who reads this entry who is continuing in life-long learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few moments with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-580158471806350012?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/580158471806350012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=580158471806350012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/580158471806350012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/580158471806350012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-can-be-joy-again.html' title='There Can Be Joy Again'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/R_Y1minRTrI/AAAAAAAAACM/v_MZA-uTcjw/s72-c/EWB08_0245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-389028676797775187</id><published>2007-10-01T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:11.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is ¡Hola! Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RwDWJQwcGTI/AAAAAAAAACE/zvMaLQij1aA/s1600-h/iStock_1571641_for_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RwDWJQwcGTI/AAAAAAAAACE/zvMaLQij1aA/s400/iStock_1571641_for_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116324631298185522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;October 1, 2007 is the first time we celebrate ¡Hola! day. It fosters a greater understanding and appreciation for the Spanish language in the USA. It also salutes all Americans who choose to learn Spanish as a second (or third or fourth) language. It’s the brainchild of Myelita Melton, a Spanish language teacher, author and keynote speaker from Mooresville, North Carolina. See &lt;a href="http://www.officialholaday.com/"&gt;www.officialholaday.com&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Growing Controversy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been reading and watching with concern, the growing controversy about illegal immigration. It always seems to be about our border with Mexico—when was the last time you heard someone worried about the French Canadians from Quebec sneaking into our country, “taking our jobs,” and refusing to speak English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I’ll Be Nice To You, But Only If You’re Exactly Like Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s human nature to settle into communities of like-minded people with similar backgrounds. It’s much more comfortable to be able to immediately communicate with each other because we can assume we speak the same language and have the same ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us are forgetting the courage it took our parents, grandparents or great grandparents to leave familiar surroundings and emmigrate to the United States of America—we forget that it took them years to learn English and that some of them only learned enough to be able to do their shopping (and that sometimes even that was too much for them—so they only shopped at places where they spoke the same language and felt welcome). It was their children and grandchildren that truly became a part of our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Education Not Confrontation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the unknown is the basic element of most confrontational situations. Fear that somehow each of our lives will be less if we let someone different into our community. Remember that your fear of the unknown is equally matched by a person who doesn’t speak English no matter what country they come from. Many immigrants have daily bad experiences instead of welcoming ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Visiting Germany In 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a German exchange student and he invited me to visit his country over the Christmas holiday. I spent the 3 months before my trip learning as much German as I could. My teacher thought I would be able to have a limited conversation in a shop, know how much things cost and be able to know if I received the correct change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the German educational system of that time, all students spent approximately 10 years learning English as part of their standard curriculum. (I thought I would be fine with my limited German, because most everyone would know English!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Few If Any Of His Friends Would Speak English With Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they knew I understood only about one-third or less of what they were saying to me in German—They were afraid of making an embarrassing mistake, so they wouldn’t try at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I Have Never Felt So Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friend got tired of translating, I couldn’t communicate with anyone. The few conversations I did have—like what do you do for a living—most Germans didn’t believe my answer! (I was a computer consultant.) At that time, it was unbelievable for a woman to run her own business or compete in highly technical fields. Although I was college educated with a bachelor’s degree and and master’s degree, I felt like an idiot. Thankfully, my friend’s family was warm and welcoming. Between their English and my German, we could and did communicate. I will remember their kindness all of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Meet Each Other Halfway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the effort to learn a few words of a foreign language like ¡Hola! (which means Hello! in Spanish) is a great way of getting to know someone new. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; can be the person who is remembered for being open and welcoming. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taking the first step makes it easier for the other person to learn English because they have a friend in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Be Brave—You Can Do It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as you go about your daily activities, make a new friend, add to the richness of your life: Just Say ¡Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman is a student of Spanish, a Macintosh computer consultant, professional photographer and a graphic designer. She is proud to design the &lt;a href="http://www.officialholaday.com/"&gt;Official ¡Hola! Day website&lt;/a&gt; and other graphics for Myelita Melton President of SpeakEasy Communications, Inc. You can see other examples of Ellen's work at &lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com/"&gt;www.gardentextures.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-389028676797775187?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/389028676797775187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=389028676797775187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/389028676797775187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/389028676797775187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-is-hola-day.html' title='Today is ¡Hola! Day'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RwDWJQwcGTI/AAAAAAAAACE/zvMaLQij1aA/s72-c/iStock_1571641_for_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-3875587944081764966</id><published>2007-09-13T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:11.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Life Long Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RulHvdNBqZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cT4EAzhiFEw/s1600-h/EWB07_00962_Class_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RulHvdNBqZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cT4EAzhiFEw/s400/EWB07_00962_Class_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109694132847225234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 6th, the students from the Internet and the Job Search class at the South Statesville Skills Center graduated. This was the second of two classes teaching computer skills for employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the individuals in this class are extraordinary. Each of them made a commitment to be in class, twice a week for 10 weeks—BUT to be in my second class, they had already been through 10 weeks of my first introductory class! I’d been teaching them since last March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a computer professional, there are so many skills that I use every day that I take for granted. Touch typing, email, and using a search engine to look up web sites on topics that interest me. Sharing the magic of technology with my class and then watching them make it their own was a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each student used the information learned in a different way on projects that held importance for him or her. Whether it was looking for mustard greens and kale seeds to plant this Fall or gathering more information on a potential employer, each project was new and interesting for me—but more importantly, a pathway to additional learning for the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right in the photograph above:&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman (Instructor—me), Seifullah El-Amin, Darlene E. Moore, William M. Jones, Jr., Susan M. Pinkerton, Amonda Daniels, Betty Christie, Jerry W. Settlemyre, William H. Maxwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commend each and every one of you for your commitment to learning and to improving your skills. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing your time with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Photography portfolio: &lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal"&gt;www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com/"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-3875587944081764966?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/3875587944081764966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=3875587944081764966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/3875587944081764966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/3875587944081764966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-long-learning.html' title='Life Long Learning'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RulHvdNBqZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cT4EAzhiFEw/s72-c/EWB07_00962_Class_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-6529612471325012077</id><published>2007-07-10T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:17:49.567-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Search'/><title type='text'>Five Tips For Great Resumes</title><content type='html'>1) Your resume should read and work like it is an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"invitation to an interview."&lt;/span&gt; Make sure there is something interesting and inviting about your resume in the top 1/3 of the page. Most employers will not read beyond that if nothing matches their needs or curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Make two resumes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first resume&lt;/span&gt; you make should include everything about you. It's your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"laundry list"&lt;/span&gt; of job experience, education—include all certificates, seminars and training, and your skills—list all of your strengths. &lt;span&gt;(This is the resume you keep. This resume will help you prepare for a job interview and you can bring it with you to refer to, so you don't have to worry about remembering all of the details.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The second resume&lt;/span&gt; is the one you tailor to the jobs that you are applying for. Use only the best parts of your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"laundry list"&lt;/span&gt; resume. Ideally, this resume should be one page long depending upon your job experience. &lt;span&gt;(Two pages are okay if you're older and have more job experience. Three pages are even okay if you have more than 15 years job experience.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not be tempted to make your text smaller to fit more on the page. The font size should be 12.&lt;/span&gt; Most resumes are faxed. Type/font sizes smaller than 12 are not readable. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Unreadable resumes are thrown away immediately upon receipt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Use bullets to emphasize a list of attributes such as things you did on a job to increase sales. Make your points short and easy to read. Use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"white space."&lt;/span&gt; (White space means you should have at least one line of space between paragraphs. More space actually means it's easier and faster to read.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use your cover letter to emphasize why you are qualified for the job&lt;/span&gt;—don't put lengthy explanations on your resume. Although you use the cover letter to introduce yourself, explain why you are qualified for the job (often called a position), and ask them to reply/contact you—you need to keep the cover letter short and to the point as well. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three paragraphs is ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proofreading your cover letter and resume is essential!&lt;/span&gt; One of the best methods of proofreading is to read your cover letter and resume out loud. If you have trouble saying it, it probably needs rewriting to make the sentences less awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double check all of your dates by reading your resume from the back to the front. When you read from front to back, sometimes your mind will automatically put in words that are missing because you know what you meant to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think you are completely finished, then ask a friend or someone at the job center to read/review your resume. Don't be surprised if they find a typo or a mistake. (That's why you are asking them to help you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck on your job search!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Photography portfolio: &lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal"&gt;www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com/"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-6529612471325012077?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/6529612471325012077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=6529612471325012077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/6529612471325012077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/6529612471325012077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-your-resume-should-read-and-work-like.html' title='Five Tips For Great Resumes'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-6245912501876698487</id><published>2007-06-17T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:49:40.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned From My Dad</title><content type='html'>Today, I’d like to share with you four things I’ve learned from my Dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Go The Extra Mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad likes to drive. He believes family is important. He knows that the way to maintain our connections with each other, is to talk with and to see each other. If there is a family event, he’s the one to make sure we’re all there. All of my life, if it was possible to get together by driving, we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that flying is a little cheaper for long distances, sometimes we fly. But whatever the method of transportation, my Dad is the one who encourages us to make the extra effort, literally “go the extra mile,” to let our friends and family know that we appreciate them and love to spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If You See A Problem You Can Fix, Do It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If You’ve Never Done It Before, Give It A Try Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad taught himself how to fix many things, as a mechanical engineer, he is good at fixing things. What it took me a few years to understand, was that Dad didn’t know everything—but he knew where to look and he wasn’t afraid to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was the car, the house, the plumbing, electrical wiring or a bicycle, Dad was ready to tackle the job. I have four sisters and Dad wasn’t about to lose helpers by following old-fashioned ideas of what girls could or could not do. He taught us to read instructions and ask questions. He taught us to look at a problem from a different angle when we ran into an obstacle. He taught us to be independent, but also to ask for help when we got into deep water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Read—Share Stories With Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad has always read the newspaper out loud to my Mom while she’s fixing dinner. We always had something to read in our house: magazines, short stories and books. There is something wonderful about reading out loud to each other and sharing a story with another person; both of you experiencing the story as you read—that is more exciting than reading alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And Of Course, Great Conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In person, by telephone, by letter or email. Dinner conversations are usually the best. Spending time over a leisurely dinner, catching up on each other’s lives—talking, listening, laughing and eating. What great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is a generous man, extraordinarily giving with his time to his family, his friends and his community. I’ve learned so much about honor, integrity, ethics, doing what’s right, and doing your best from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father’s Day, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Photography portfolio: &lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal"&gt;www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com/"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-6245912501876698487?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/6245912501876698487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=6245912501876698487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/6245912501876698487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/6245912501876698487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/06/lessons-learned-from-my-dad.html' title='Lessons Learned From My Dad'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-8053262481258333685</id><published>2007-05-13T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:55:59.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banana Bread'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day, Mom!</title><content type='html'>One of the first things I learned to bake as a child was banana bread. It’s a child-friendly recipe that has been handed down in my mother’s family from her Grandmother Johnson. Each generation of women in our family makes this recipe with slightly different ingredients depending upon what she has on-hand in her pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Great Grandma Johnson made it with white sugar and butter. My Grandma Camp made it with Crisco shortening because there was a butter shortage during World War II and made it with the shortening thereafter, because that was the way she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom originally made it with Crisco like her mother, but currently makes it with butter like her grandmother. (We’re avoiding those trans-fats now.) She is the one who discovered that you can use vegetable oil for part of the butter and it bakes up very moist, almost like cake. She also uses brown sugar for part of the white sugar which is equally delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making this recipe was the beginning of learning graciousness and hospitality with family, friends and guests for me. My Mom simply showed us by example these lessons. At holiday times, she frequently made 5 small loaf pans of bread with this recipe instead of the two large loaf pans, so she could give them away as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught us to value our family and our history by noting on her recipe cards which family member gave it to her. She experienced the joy of making these recipes with those family members and the additional joy of teaching younger family members to make them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mom for teaching me so many wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Photography portfolio: &lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal"&gt;www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com/"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Great Grandma Johnson’s Banana Nut Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Waity Rebecca Douglass Johnson’s recipe. She lived from September 18, 1894 to January 29, 1991. Age 96.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 and 1/2 cups white sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you can part brown sugar such as 1 cup white sugar and 1/2 cup brown sugar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3/4 cup butter or shortening or oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I sometimes use one stick of butter which is 1/2 cup and then 1/4 cup walnut oil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 cups mashed bananas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bananas that have a few brown spots on the skins are at the perfect ripeness for this recipe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 and 3/4 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 and 1/2 teaspoons baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 cup chopped walnuts&lt;/span&gt; (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measure and mix the dry ingredients (flour, baking soda and salt) in one bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another bowl, cream the sugar and the shortening (or butter whichever you are using). Add eggs and bananas and mix. Add the dry ingredients from the bowl into the wet ingredients gradually. (It’s easier to mix, if you don’t dump it in all at once.) Mix well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour into two greased loaf pans (use butter, shortening or spray to grease pan). For a glazed, crusty top: sprinkle sugar on top before baking. Colored sugar makes a pretty top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake 1 hour at 350 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread is done if you insert a toothpick, pull it out and it comes out clean. If toothpick has dough on it, continue baking 5 or 10 minutes longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-8053262481258333685?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/8053262481258333685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=8053262481258333685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/8053262481258333685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/8053262481258333685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day-mom.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day, Mom!'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-8914303993489697851</id><published>2007-05-10T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T08:02:07.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encyclopedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>The Importance of an “i” in Spelling</title><content type='html'>Many of us take our language for granted. We speak it, we write and sometimes we type it, all as a matter of every day living. I doubt that I think about how to spell a word even once a week, it’s all a pattern of previously memorized letters that I use automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are days, when it is advisable to take your brain off autopilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I was teaching my students about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a great on-line dictionary that makes it easy to find definitions of words and it also has a thesaurus which helps us find words with similar meanings (synonyms) and opposite meanings (antonyms).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group was a bit sluggish, so I asked the students to pick a word to define. No one answered. So I encouraged them—I firmly believe that people should use words that are meaningful to their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One student answered with a question about the different sects of Muslims that she had heard about in the news. I told her that she would probably get a better idea from &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org/"&gt;www.wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt; (an online encyclopedia), but sure, since no one else had any ideas, let’s all type it into the definition box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you spell it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of thinking about it, I and everyone in the class typed in the word exactly as she spelled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s,  h,  i,  t,  e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only faintly occurred to me that this spelling didn’t look quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pressed our enter keys and got the definition almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shite, noun, obscene terms for feces [syn: crap]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The word we wanted was Shi’ite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shi ite also Shi’ite, noun, A member of the branch of Islam that regards Ali and his descendants as the legitimate successors to Muhammad and rejects the first three caliphs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson to be learned (once we had all stopped laughing) is that missing an “i” can turn a beautifully crafted piece into a pile of “you know what,” if you aren’t careful about your spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Photography portfolio: &lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal"&gt;www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com/"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-8914303993489697851?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/8914303993489697851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=8914303993489697851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/8914303993489697851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/8914303993489697851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/05/importance-of-i-in-spelling.html' title='The Importance of an “i” in Spelling'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-8058619236129719201</id><published>2007-05-09T07:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:11.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proofreading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Editing'/><title type='text'>Four Techniques For Proofreading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RkG5AXu7F3I/AAAAAAAAABk/2lyiJHgVmW0/s1600-h/brain_SQ1_colors_50.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RkG5AXu7F3I/AAAAAAAAABk/2lyiJHgVmW0/s200/brain_SQ1_colors_50.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062530872163112818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use your spelling checker!&lt;/span&gt; In Microsoft Word, the software automatically checks &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;spelling and underlines any suspected mistake in red.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Items underlined in green are considered grammatical mistakes.&lt;/span&gt; Right-Clicking on the underlined word, brings up a menu of suggested corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spelling checkers are not always correct, but they are a good start. Remember, a spelling checker may not catch a typographical error that spells another word. For example: I don’t &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; you instead of I don’t &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hint: If you can’t determine whether or not a green underlined item is a genuine grammar error—Don’t bother! Most green underlined sentences are at the very least awkward. Rewrite or rearrange the sentence until the green underline disappears. New users and poor typists, be aware, extra spaces in a sentence will cause a green underline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read Your Document From Beginning To End. Out loud.&lt;/span&gt; After typing, rewriting and polishing your document, do a full read through. Many people catch awkward writing by reading the document out loud to themselves or to another person. If you have difficulty saying a sentence, people will have difficulty reading and/or understanding your sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Read Your Document Backwards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; From the last page at the bottom right—read each sentence—one at a time—going backwards through your document to the first page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people automatically fill in any short words that are missing from a sentence they are reading. (Most people think in patterns of words and your brain sometimes sees the meaning of a sentence rather than its words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a document backwards, forces you to concentrate on each word of each sentence. It is easier to find errors with this method because you are not thinking about the content of each paragraph, but the construction of each sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Note: This method is tiring and it takes time. Do it LAST, after you’ve read through and polished your document to the best of your ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have another person read it.&lt;/span&gt; There is a reason for the job title &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt; and the job title &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Proofreader.&lt;/span&gt; A person who writes a document is often too familiar with the intent and content of the writing to see minor mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you are a professional proofreader, the first time you read a document is the best time for you to discover errors, whether spelling, typographical or grammatical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Photography portfolio: &lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal"&gt;www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com/"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-8058619236129719201?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/8058619236129719201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=8058619236129719201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/8058619236129719201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/8058619236129719201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/05/four-techniques-for-proofreading.html' title='Four Techniques For Proofreading'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RkG5AXu7F3I/AAAAAAAAABk/2lyiJHgVmW0/s72-c/brain_SQ1_colors_50.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-5640263186383979894</id><published>2007-05-08T06:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:12.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Editing'/><title type='text'>The “Eye” of Editing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RkBSynu7F2I/AAAAAAAAABc/5SQNQCOuM0c/s1600-h/EWB_EYE_9_19_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RkBSynu7F2I/AAAAAAAAABc/5SQNQCOuM0c/s200/EWB_EYE_9_19_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062137010777167714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most people know what proofreading is—reading through a document to look for and correct any misspellings or typographical mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not many people know what it is like to take advantage of the skills of an Editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;An Editor looks at your document with a different set of “eyes.”&lt;/span&gt; Yes, she looks for the same types of general errors that a proofreader does, but then goes the extra mile. At the very least, editors check for grammar errors and awkward sentences. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;At their best, editors help you say what you want to say, better than you have written it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The easiest method of explaining working with an editor, is to show you—&lt;/span&gt;I am working on a website with a client that is new to the internet. He would like to use his website as an informational business card or an expanded “Yellow Pages” ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The following example is of a portion of the text he has provided for his biography:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Colter moved to Huntersville from Iowa and opened his practice in 1993. As the first chiropractor in Huntersville “way back” in 1993, Dr. Colter has seen the tremendous growth of the area over the years and has been an integral part of the community with his involvement in the following organizations:&lt;br /&gt;• Board Member of the Chamber of Commerce&lt;br /&gt;• District Chairman of the Boy Scouts of America for 8 years&lt;br /&gt;• Member of the Optimist Club&lt;br /&gt;• Sponsor of the Huntersville Youth Athletic Association&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Here is the edited version of that text:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Colter moved here from Iowa and opened his practice in 1993. As the first chiropractor in Huntersville “way back” then, Dr. Colter has experienced the tremendous growth of this area. Over the years, he has been an integral part of the community through his involvement in the following organzations:&lt;br /&gt;• Board Member of the Chamber of Commerce&lt;br /&gt;• District Chairman of the Boy Scouts of America for 8 years&lt;br /&gt;• Member of the Optimist Club&lt;br /&gt;• Sponsor of the Huntersville Youth Athletic Association&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Dr. Colter and the HFC staff for your permission to share this example!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Photography portfolio: &lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal"&gt;www.istockphoto.com/zmacgal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com/"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-5640263186383979894?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/5640263186383979894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=5640263186383979894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/5640263186383979894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/5640263186383979894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/05/eye-of-editing.html' title='The “Eye” of Editing'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RkBSynu7F2I/AAAAAAAAABc/5SQNQCOuM0c/s72-c/EWB_EYE_9_19_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-301827773529190074</id><published>2007-05-07T07:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:12.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visionary Problem Solver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stock Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copyright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intellectual Property'/><title type='text'>What Does A Visionary Problem Solver Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/Rj8Kynu7F1I/AAAAAAAAABU/tO9Vmiu5Dcg/s1600-h/0-9712593-9-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/Rj8Kynu7F1I/AAAAAAAAABU/tO9Vmiu5Dcg/s200/0-9712593-9-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061776370963257170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;First and foremost, I listen.&lt;/span&gt; When I work with a client, whether on information technology, graphic design or writing, it is important to clarify what that person wants to do. Everyone starts with a project idea or a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one client asked me to review and proofread the book cover design for a Spanish instruction book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Second, I ask questions.&lt;/span&gt; Usually to determine the scope of the project. Some questions are very literal, such as: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the size of the book? Where is it being printed? What software would you prefer to use for the final file?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other questions are meant to delve a little deeper into the purpose and usefulness of a printed piece such as: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who will be using this book? What images or messages would you like them to remember about your company?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Third, I listen again and throughout the project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most interesting parts of my job, is picking up on what people say, even if that person doesn’t think it may be important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the above book example, my client ended a telephone conversation with the following: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, my business partner just noticed that the photograph I found on the web and used for the cover of my book looks exactly the same as the new first class stamp. Do you think this will be a problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fourth, I bring experience and education to each project.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, using the artwork from a first class stamp on the cover of your book that you will register a copyright in your name and sell commercially could potentially be a serious problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people feel that anything found on the web, especially in terms of images, is free for anyone to use. While is some instances that may be true for personal use, it is almost always not true for commercial use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fifth and my last point for this entry, I create alternative solutions.&lt;/span&gt; For the book cover, my client loved the image of the Statue of Liberty with the American flag in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My solution?&lt;/span&gt; Buy two stock photography images from a major company: one of the Statue of Liberty and one of an American flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the two images to create a new photograph that is similar to, but not exactly the same as the first class stamp. We avoid intellectual property and copyright issues by having a clear track record on where the initial photography came from by purchasing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The client likes the final photograph better because it shows the Statue of Liberty’s torch and her face instead of only her face in the original photograph. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, this client is the one who dubbed me with the title of Visionary Problem Solver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com/"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-301827773529190074?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/301827773529190074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=301827773529190074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/301827773529190074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/301827773529190074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-does-visionary-problem-solver.html' title='What Does A Visionary Problem Solver Do?'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/Rj8Kynu7F1I/AAAAAAAAABU/tO9Vmiu5Dcg/s72-c/0-9712593-9-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-652416978081066692</id><published>2007-05-06T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:12.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pema Chodron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncomfortable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balance'/><title type='text'>Becoming Comfortable With Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/Rj3ya3u7F0I/AAAAAAAAABM/tkojYmtbd2I/s1600-h/meditation_250px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/Rj3ya3u7F0I/AAAAAAAAABM/tkojYmtbd2I/s200/meditation_250px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061468099685586754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is a beautiful Sunday morning here in North Carolina. The weather is unexpectedly cool—around 60° F and breezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down to the Access Lot. For those of you not living near a lake, an access lot is one piece of property in a housing development that provides access to the lake for the people living in that development. Our lot has two boat ramps, a small swimming area and a dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dock has a walkway that extends into the water and at the end is a portable platform that is literally attached to four tall posts. The platform raises and lowers with the water level of the lake. Walking on it takes getting used to because it rocks with the water's movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too pretty a day not to spend some time sitting on that platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down to meditate.     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What an unusual feeling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The platform itself was hard and solid under my butt—but under the platform everything was shifting with the movement of the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I breathed, I became aware of the breeze on my face, the sun shining warmly on my back and the shushing of the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Is it possible to relax into the uncomfortable, unsteady movement of the platform?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the question that I posed to myself. I changed it into an intention for my meditation by asking: Is it possible to relax and be peaceful, when I don’t like the uncertainty or the unknown elements of my life at this moment in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s answer in that moment in time, on that hard wooden, but moving dock platform, was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about 30 minutes and the conscious choice to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most surprising part of the exercise was the balance that it required. Since I had impulsively decided to meditate, I hadn’t brought a pillow or blanket to sit upon. I needed to find the balance point between relaxing my lower back, keeping a slight tension on my hip muscles and remembering to lift my chest so I could breathe properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an odd feeling.     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I was NOT comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did relax. I could feel my tense muscles, the ones I hold almost subconsciously, release. But it wasn’t a simple release, it was a tightening and a lessening, tightening and lessening—all in response to the movement of the platform. It took time, but I ended up very relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing was much more than a “giving up” of tension, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was more like a “give and take” with my environment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A moving connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t read anything by the Buddhist nun, Pema Chodron, please check out the link below to her book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comfortable With Uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com/"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comfortable With Uncertainty&lt;/span&gt; by Pema Chodron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to her website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pemachodron.org/%20"&gt;Pema Chodron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to Shambala Books to this specific book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.shambhala.com/html/catalog/items/isbn/978-1-59030-078-7.cfm"&gt;Comfortable With Uncertainty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-652416978081066692?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/652416978081066692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=652416978081066692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/652416978081066692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/652416978081066692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/05/becoming-comfortable-with-uncertainty.html' title='Becoming Comfortable With Uncertainty'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/Rj3ya3u7F0I/AAAAAAAAABM/tkojYmtbd2I/s72-c/meditation_250px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-2522871936680502839</id><published>2007-05-03T09:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:13:58.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Constant With Technology Is Change</title><content type='html'>I have the privilege of teaching basic computer skills to the unemployed and the working poor during my evenings, four days a week. There are two classes, one that is more than halfway through the ten week instruction period and one that is at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the people who are in my classes are bright, intelligent students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are eager to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, all of them will be able to learn enough skills to be able to type a letter and a resume on the computer which is the main objective of the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the technology skills that most of us take for granted as we go about our daily tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with technology is primarily a matter of access and experience. You must have access to a computer with reasonably current versions of the software to be able to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be able to receive enough instruction whether on your own or in a class to gain experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I stress to my students is not a computer skill, but a life skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is vital to “learn-how-to-learn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only constant with technology is that it changes. Software updates have SLOWED down to upgrading about every 18 months. (When I started in the computer industry, I was learning new versions of the software every 3 to 6 months.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to keep up with the change by creating a pattern of learning. There are similarities between the majority of software programs. Use the items that are same such as creating a new document, opening an existing document, saving and printing, as a stepping stone to any new version of the software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you master a software program, you will gain experience that will help you with any other programs that you wish to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our current technology is represented by our computers today. These computers are at their most basic level a tool to perform a desired task, like the telephone. One hundred years ago, we communicated differently. One hundred years from now it will also be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, in the present, REMEMBER one thing: the computer is a tool, what you do with it, what you achieve with it, is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-2522871936680502839?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/2522871936680502839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=2522871936680502839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/2522871936680502839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/2522871936680502839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/05/only-constant-with-technology-is-change.html' title='The Only Constant With Technology Is Change'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-5680764707092015378</id><published>2007-05-02T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:20:57.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A 10 Minute Break — Plant a Tomato!</title><content type='html'>This morning I remembered it is Wednesday. There’s nothing unusual about today, except that it’s our neighborhood’s scheduled day for garbage pickup. So I was outside, bright and early, dragging my garbage can to the edge of my driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the Southeast and the temperatures are starting to get warm here during the day (the upper 80s). The early morning temperature is beautiful. It is the perfect time for planting tomatoes. I took an extra ten minutes out of my day to plant a Carolina Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is the first time I’ve planted a yellow tomato, but I’ve heard they are delicious. Tomatoes are one of the easiest vegetables to grow (although I’ve heard technically they are considered a fruit). You can put one in the ground or in a large container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 100 is a great variety for growing in containers. It’s a cherry or small type of tomato and it grows like a tall bush. I’m also going to try a pink variety called German Johnson. I bought one from the Farmer’s market last year and it was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase Sweet 100 at any garden store in the bedding section. Carolina Gold and German Johnson, you’ll have to look a little harder for a plant. Farmer’s markets are a great location to look, also check out smaller, independent nurseries and produce stands. I found my German Johnson and Carolina Gold at Gene’s Produce in Statesville, NC. It was the first time I had stopped there and I found varieties I had never seen before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for today is WORK, WORK, WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it is important to take a short break every hour or so. During my breaks today I will plant the last two tomato plants in my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One item to note: my garden isn’t a straight forward rectangle in the middle of my sunny yard. I do live in a suburban area, so I’ve planted my tomatoes in the sunniest corners of my garden beds surrounding my house. (In fact, two of them are in my rose garden along with my day lilies, mint and parsley!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-5680764707092015378?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/5680764707092015378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=5680764707092015378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/5680764707092015378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/5680764707092015378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-10-minute-break-plant-tomato.html' title='Take A 10 Minute Break — Plant a Tomato!'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-92395553096360945</id><published>2007-04-28T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:37:44.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opportunity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iris'/><title type='text'>When is an Opportunity Missed?</title><content type='html'>There were yellow irises and maroon irises blooming in my garden on Monday of last week. They were beautiful. I thought to myself, I should cut some of them, take them into my studio and photograph them. But then I thought, no I don’t have the time. I have too much to do. I have WORK to do. Taking photographs would be fun, I should do my WORK first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing about WORK is that it expands to fill all available time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday. The iris blossoms are gone.&lt;br /&gt;I missed my opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That opportunity is gone until next year. BUT, when is an opportunity truly missed? Can we save an opportunity that has gone by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April of 2006, my husband did not survive his first heart attack and died. Many people sent cards and a few wrote beautiful letters expressing their sorrow at my loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to write back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who know me, it is very unusual for me not to be able to write a thoughtful expression for almost every occasion. I have been writing all of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a part of my soul when he died. That center part of me was the well-spring of my writing. His stability, his love for me and the comfort I had known throughout our 17 year marriage was gone. I was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciated every expression of condolence more than people could know—because I couldn’t tell them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gradually, over time, I was able to talk with most of them. But there were a few that I didn’t know well, that I wasn’t sure whether to write and that I didn’t know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the irises bloom and fade without any action on my part spurred me to realize that the only things preventing me from talking with these people were my embarrassment and my failure to make the time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I made time—During the WORK day, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind to do it and I had two lovely conversations. A new connection made with each of them. A missed opportunity regained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the fear and pressure of losing an elderly relative prevents people from making contact. In almost all instances, your effort is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a few people left to contact, but I will make time again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-92395553096360945?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/92395553096360945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=92395553096360945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/92395553096360945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/92395553096360945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-is-opportunity-missed.html' title='When is an Opportunity Missed?'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-280788824294772074</id><published>2007-04-23T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:12.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stretch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Begin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginnng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindness.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gentle'/><title type='text'>Today Is A Great Day To Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/Riyrik0G6vI/AAAAAAAAABE/rM5GRwgfYP4/s1600-h/Solar-Flare-ewb07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/Riyrik0G6vI/AAAAAAAAABE/rM5GRwgfYP4/s200/Solar-Flare-ewb07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056605092116359922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I realized that I was pushing myself to complete all of the activities on my task list without taking into account whether there was enough time in my day. I had stopped doing my yoga, I was eating only when starving and I didn’t feel that I could take even 5 minutes to meditate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I felt miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend tell me—isn’t it great to know that all those things DO make a difference in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not with a full workout, simply a gentle stretch. My lower back muscles have been sore from sitting working at my computer—a full set of yoga stretches would be a mistake. The old “no pain, no gain” would probably put everything into spasm and then where would I be? (Miserable and in pain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, today I walked out onto my back deck and smelled the breeze. I gently performed a modified forward bend and then some other beginning stretches. It is a beautiful day to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with beginning. (Even if it seems as if that is the place you start again and again.) Each beginning is a chance to care for yourself and treat yourself well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new book out this year, called This Year I Will… by MJ Ryan. It’s funny and inspiring. She helps each of us realize that no one is perfect. The process of changing and growing is messy and filled with moments where it’s more than possible to feel like a failure. BUT, the awareness of failing is the beginning of true change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if you can persist through your uncomfortable feelings, learn from your experiences—you can achieve lasting change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to MJ Ryan's book, &lt;a href="http://mj-ryan.com/files/mj-ryan-books/this-year-i-will/"&gt;This Year I Will…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-280788824294772074?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/280788824294772074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=280788824294772074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/280788824294772074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/280788824294772074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-great-day-to-begin.html' title='Today Is A Great Day To Begin'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/Riyrik0G6vI/AAAAAAAAABE/rM5GRwgfYP4/s72-c/Solar-Flare-ewb07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-4968258372842533421</id><published>2007-04-21T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:12.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caring'/><title type='text'>Name Two Things You Care About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RioOKE0G6uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jlDSKb0m0tc/s1600-h/Hope-ewb-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RioOKE0G6uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jlDSKb0m0tc/s200/Hope-ewb-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055869097930582754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of us struggle to get through our day—our mundane activities keep us so busy, I'm not sure we even think about whether we care or not. BUT, take a moment and name two things that you care passionately about. Are any of the scheduled activities you have today related to something or someone you care about?&lt;br /&gt;My two things are:&lt;br /&gt;1) Photography. I am crazy about light and shadow. I am also passionately in love with noticing small details. The texture of of our lives is for me what makes living worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Teaching Technology to the Poor. I have the great privilege of being an instructor for a series evening classes in Statesville, NC that teaches Computer Skills for Employment. I use a computer every day for my job, my research and my hobbies. Most computer users can’t imagine a life without their computers. (Just notice what happens when the power goes out.) There are many things that computer-savvy people take for granted, such as applying online for a job or emailing a resume, that non-computer users do not have access to or do not know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name your two things. Imagine what the world would be like if everyone did something that they cared passionately about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-4968258372842533421?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/4968258372842533421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=4968258372842533421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/4968258372842533421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/4968258372842533421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/04/name-two-things-that-you-care.html' title='Name Two Things You Care About'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RioOKE0G6uI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jlDSKb0m0tc/s72-c/Hope-ewb-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-8440753285465666472</id><published>2007-04-19T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:13.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgina Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning&apos;s Grace'/><title type='text'>Morning's Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RifUlE0G6tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_tiDU1IBYFs/s1600-h/Morning%27s-Grace-web-ewb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RifUlE0G6tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_tiDU1IBYFs/s200/Morning%27s-Grace-web-ewb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055242840159218386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling to get through my day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been particularly difficult in terms of activities, I was at the car dealership to have my car repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sitting in the waiting room, I heard more news of the tragedy at Virgina Tech over and over again throughout the day. My heart breaks with sorrow at their losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the death of my husband last year at this time. He died of a heart attack. One moment we were watching television together and two hours later he died in the hospital emergency room. I am still struggling with missing him and it has been a year. My life was changed permanently by his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep in mind a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest when you are tired, let go of your burdens for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in pain, keep your heart open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is enough love in the world; especially when things don't make sense and we don't understand; love is the only thing that remains constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing a few minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-8440753285465666472?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/8440753285465666472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=8440753285465666472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/8440753285465666472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/8440753285465666472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/04/mornings-grace.html' title='Morning&apos;s Grace'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RifUlE0G6tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_tiDU1IBYFs/s72-c/Morning%27s-Grace-web-ewb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-5420339324766477551</id><published>2007-04-18T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:13.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>My Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RiYlPLNfbrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nGxWJ54QFaY/s1600-h/spiraltree2sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RiYlPLNfbrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nGxWJ54QFaY/s200/spiraltree2sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054768574407601842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1) Kindness and patience are at the top of my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I will listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I believe that we can make a connection with every person we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Technology is like a good shovel—it's meant to dig deeper faster—but it's not a replacement for a good gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love this illustration, check out the illustrator's portfolio at &lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/dovestudios"&gt;www.istockphoto.com/dovestudios&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing three minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-5420339324766477551?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/5420339324766477551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=5420339324766477551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/5420339324766477551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/5420339324766477551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-philosophy.html' title='My Philosophy'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RiYlPLNfbrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nGxWJ54QFaY/s72-c/spiraltree2sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-5528644653080612668</id><published>2007-04-17T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:24:13.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relaxation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Minutes'/><title type='text'>SPEND A MOMENT Instead of A DOLLAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RiS4ai1QLoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LoY80cyOt5I/s1600-h/GLASSsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RiS4ai1QLoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LoY80cyOt5I/s200/GLASSsm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054367447982812802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you gone to the mall because you were bored and bought something you didn’t need? Or the next day after purchasing a new something—thought why did I buy this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you are feeling restless, bored or lonely—try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEND A MOMENT instead of A DOLLAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things To Do In Less Than Three Minutes (Or take MORE time if you are having fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lie down on a blanket and LOOK AT THE CLOUDS in the sky. What shapes do you see? What memories does this bring back? CALL your best friend and share your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) DRINK A CUP of tea. Find the best tasting tea in your cupboard and notice everything about making a cup of tea from boiling the hot water to the sound of the tea bag dropping in the cup (or the water poured over loose tea). Notice the change in the color of the water as it steeps. When do you notice a fragrance? How does it smell? Once your tea is ready. Notice everything you can about your first sip and your first taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) SEARCH the deepest, darkest corner of your closet. Ignore all of the STUFF in the front. Spend three minutes in the BACK. What’s there? Why? Did you find something you’ve forgotten about? Did you find a treasure? Did you find three old shirts that you can give away? If this activity brings up an unhappy memory, gently think about it. Can you let both the object and the feeling go at this moment in your life? If you’d like to keep what you found, can you bring it out into the light and use it every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing three minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-5528644653080612668?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/5528644653080612668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=5528644653080612668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/5528644653080612668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/5528644653080612668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/04/spend-moment-instead-of-dollar.html' title='SPEND A MOMENT Instead of A DOLLAR'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PwLl5ov9A-s/RiS4ai1QLoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LoY80cyOt5I/s72-c/GLASSsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526951747460824764.post-1021378416229128563</id><published>2007-04-16T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T09:17:51.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stretch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five Minutes'/><title type='text'>REVERSE Busy-ness in Five Minutes</title><content type='html'>Everyone is busy today. Busy-ness CLOSES doors, DECREASES our interactions with other people, and SHUTS DOWN our hearts and minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy-ness IS REVERSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE yourself the gift of 5 minutes. Set a timer and do one of the things below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING SIGN: If your first thought upon reading the sentence above is “I don’t have the time!!”; then you should do this exercise immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE THINGS to do in only FIVE MINUTES&lt;br /&gt;1) MEDITATE. Listen to Your Breathing. Relax.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to DO anything. Stop. Listen. Breathe. Create the space for something unscheduled come into your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) STRETCH with 5 Sun Salutations (Or any exercise of your choice.)&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been told to exercise 30 minutes a day? You haven't begun yet, because you can't figure out where the extra time could possibly come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with five minutes instead. Many of us set goals so high and objectives so big that we are overwhelmed before we begin. (Failing in the beginning of a goal is a great excuse to stop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START with a goal that is so simple, so easy, and so much fun that you will succeed immediately. Increase your goals SLOWLY and in SMALL steps. SUCCEED with each step. String together lots of successes over a period of time and you can achieve a really big goal in a fun, easy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) REFLECT on 5 things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Focus is the key to achieving almost everything. Being busy all the time saps our strength and causes us to feel a sense of loss or a feeling of being deprived. Acknowledge your accomplishments and your blessings. Take a moment to feel positive about what you've done before moving on to the next task on your list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Sometimes and in some situations, we may not feel grateful for anything. If that is your case, then I extend a big, heartfelt hug to you and recommend that you try the Meditation exercise. Create a moment of space and comfort. Rest. By changing your awareness, you’ll allow the space for something good to happen in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) REMEMBER the first time in your life that you were happy.&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic that some of our worst moments and memories in life often stick with us longer than our happy ones. Change the groove of your record (Or in more up-to-date terms: Change the song on your MP3!) Think about happy times. What qualities that made them memorable? Can you add more of those qualities to your life today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) TELL Someone Them You Love Them &amp; Why&lt;br /&gt;I have had many people tell me: “Of course, I love my spouse, my parents, etc.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, how would they know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you call them? Do you email them? A lack of communication leads to a loss of connection. If YOU are feeling lonely, then someone you love could also be feeling lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our connections are our strength. Love gives us more than enough energy to get through a busy day. The next time you are tempted to buy something because you are feeling empty or lonely—Spend a Moment Instead Of A Dollar—tell someone you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME one thing you would do, if you had five minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME one reason why you aren’t doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing five minutes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Wass Beckerman&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Photographer/Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardentextures.com"&gt;www.gardentextures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7526951747460824764-1021378416229128563?l=gardentextures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/feeds/1021378416229128563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7526951747460824764&amp;postID=1021378416229128563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/1021378416229128563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7526951747460824764/posts/default/1021378416229128563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gardentextures.blogspot.com/2007/04/reverse-busy-ness-in-five-minutes.html' title='REVERSE Busy-ness in Five Minutes'/><author><name>Ellen Wass Beckerman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838176221718958656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
