Unmasked

I could barely walk by the time I drove home and got out of the car. An hour and a half nap was immediately in order as a chaser to a couple of ibuprofen. And nine and half hours of overnight sleep mandatory for a woman of my vintage to recover from . . . → Read More: Unmasked

Transition

Moving messes with one’s creativity. At least it does mine.

After six weeks in our new home where most things had found a new home, a new room, a new cupboard, or a new shelf, we were getting the hang of living in our new space. But then we transitioned . . . → Read More: Transition

Hot

I’m hot! Not as in culturally with it or avant garde anything. Not because I’m piecing piping hot stars for a new quilt. I’m hot because the air conditioner has been broken for the last week and the mercury continues bubbling in the low to mid 90’s. I’m hot under the collar irritable . . . → Read More: Hot

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

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

Serenity

Some art activities are just soothing. They feel good, they smell good, they look good. Without too much effort. And sometimes they invite a kind of serenity because of what they express. That’s what I hoped when we introduced last week’s art activity at the Lighthouse, a year-long, faith-based residential treatment program . . . → Read More: Serenity

Salt

The art workshops at the Lighthouse are a challenge for Theresa. Art doesn’t come naturally to her which often leads to frustration and a lack of confidence. She’s not necessarily alone so we purposefully offer a variety of art experiences for the ladies who are part of a year-long, faith-based residential treatment . . . → Read More: Salt

Grateful Hearts

Thanksgiving is a season of gathering gratitude, spreading it feast-fashion around a table to be shared with family and friends…as well as the groaning table of festive foods that takes days to prepare and minutes to consume. It’s one of my favorite meals to cook. And one of my favorites to eat. . . . → Read More: Grateful Hearts

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