Scrapped

My parents came of age during the Depression, an event that had great influence on what was saved and stored away for some rainy day need-it-now occasion rather than scrapped. My brother and I fussed and fumed and laughed our way through cleaning out their home after our mother passed away. A . . . → Read More: Scrapped

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

Joy

It’s been an usual spring at the Lighthouse in terms of the weekly therapeutic art projects. Some weeks there was no discreet end product. We’d simply spent the morning painting and texturing old calendar pages, or creating complex papers with randomly pasted bits of colored paper on a tracing paper foundation, or . . . → Read More: Joy

Balance

Finding balance is the hard work of recovery. Right relationships with God and others, healthy choices, attitudes, feelings and behaviors. Easier said than done as the ladies of the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based, residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse know all too well. Invited to create a composition where . . . → Read More: Balance

Heart

Recent the ladies at the Lighthouse got a chance to use some of the painted and marbleized papers they’d had fun creating over the last few months – even in the midst of their bewilderment about what we were doing…and why. Ordinarily, our weekly therapeutic art activities are stand-alone projects with a . . . → Read More: Heart

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

Dreams

I seldom remember the dreams I have when sleeping. I’m far more in tune with what I call waking dreams, the dreams that enliven my imagination – the I wonder what ifs, the step by step planning of something I hope to create, or the myriad ideas of how to use the . . . → Read More: Dreams

Birth

Before Christmas, our family had another important birthday to celebrate – grandson Ian’s 8th birthday. This is only the third birthday we’ve celebrated with him. Ian was born December 23 and was abandoned two days later, on Christmas Day, in the hospital where he was born in northern China. After four years . . . → Read More: Birth