Clothing

Admittedly, I’ve thinned the herd of clothing that used to be in my closet. But still, there are those cherished garments that I may have worn once yet will never wear again that reside sleeve and collar next to my current go-to wardrobe. Enclosed in plastic garment bags are my maternal grandmother’s . . . → Read More: Clothing

Retreat

I have a friend who thinks that retreats intended for rest, renewal and spiritual growth are wrongly named. She thinks they should be called advances. She’s got a point. Particularly since I enjoyed a glorious retreat this last weekend at the C Gallery in Los Alamos, hosted by artist/owner and consummate hostess Connie . . . → Read More: Retreat

Home

Some say you can never go home again. But we did…twenty years or so ago when we revisited our homes in Spain where we had lived during the time we were stationed at the Rota Naval Base. As civilians, we weren’t allowed to live on base. Most of us settled into nearby . . . → Read More: Home

Art Day

Recently I hosted an art day….one of my most favorite things to do. Ordinarily I pack an art suitcase along with my regular bag, schlep everything to an airport, navigate a particular airport’s version of security, and fly to a distant destination. But last Saturday the art day was at my home. . . . → Read More: Art Day

Shades

In catastrophic thinking it is either perfect or horrible. Things are black or white. There aren’t shades of gray. So we spent some time last week with the women at the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse, helping them learn to paint a gradated gray . . . → Read More: Shades

Cinderella

A recent talk I heard entitled Cinderella Revisited inspired last week’s art activity at the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse. The essence of the message was that Cinderella was dead in the enslaved environment of her life with a wicked step-mother and two ugly sisters . . . → Read More: Cinderella

Anger Sort Of

Sometimes I set up an art activity and everything goes as planned. Other times? Not so much. That happened last Friday at the weekly therapeutic art workshop at the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based, residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse. The group of women currently in the program is largely . . . → Read More: Anger Sort Of

Gift

A surprise gift appeared in my mailbox last week. The large manila envelop from clear across the country contained the newly publish memoir of friend Martha Jane Petersen. Sweetly inscribed to “a sister on the artistic path,” this soft-bound volume Imaging My Inner Fire – Finding My Path Through Creating Art, is . . . → Read More: Gift

Movement

We did it!

We’ve made THE MOVE.

Thanks to Ryan Young’s expert help in strategically and physically accomplishing the task along with Derek Swezey. We’ve re-purposed five of our ten primary living spaces. All with the intent of practicing downsizing. Learning to live in less space on one floor. . . . → Read More: Movement

Happenin’

It’s finally happenin’! After a very fruitful summer season of quilt making, the design wall is finally bare and has come down. Fabric bins have been moved downstairs. Pictures and art work have come off the walls. My two 8′ work tables have been re-positioned 90° in front of the storage shelves. . . . → Read More: Happenin’