Yesterday I sat in at the Silver Street Studios again at Sawyer Yards, surrounded by art supplies, thin sheets of paper, and the comforting chaos of creative energy. Cheryl Russell was guiding us once more, this time beginning our class with the story of Artemisia Gentileschi. A woman who painted her truth when the world…

“If one looks at a thing with the intention of trying to discover what it means, one ends up no longer seeing the thing itself, but of thinking of the question that is raised.” – Rene Magritte Last Sunday, I found myself face-to-face with a sculpture that’s stayed with me all week: The Healer by…

This past week, my ten-year old son has been walking with me on the Shadow Creek Nature Trail.  We take my usual route, cutting through the peaceful grove of trees and heading out along the creek. I pointed out my magic hill, and then he asked me where the “Giving Tree” was. I pointed Tristessa…

I planned to lead a forest therapy session this morning, but no one showed up. I spent some time last night creating Oracle cards of the trees that are in the grove that I was hosting the forest therapy session in. There were six cards, for the six types of trees in the grove: live…