Art Spa: Handmade Restorative Practice

A few weeks ago, during a full-day professional development session, I facilitated an Art Spa event. I was amazed when twenty-five people signed up—I actually had to add more spaces! Seeing that level of engagement gave me hope; it confirmed that creating a dedicated space for creativity isn't just an "extra"—it's critical.

Somehow: Thoughts on Life, Love, & Anne Lamott

A book in blue with a heart-shaped cloud caught my eye. It was "Somehow: Thoughts of Love" by Anne Lamott.  Anne Lamott.  She is one of my favorite authors – funny and irreverent.  Two of my favorite books are: "Bird by Bird" and "Help, Thanks, Wow!"  I am amazed by the skill with which Anne strings her ideas together.  She talks about real-life tragedies and triumphs with such insight.  Her faith is unquestionable.

Reveling in Winter White: Cloud Dancer

This morning, the snow called for me to breathe, slow my pace, and put my mind in order. It opened up a space for me to write and wonder, to dream and create.  I definitely have a deficit in those areas.  I don’t think I have attention deficit; I think I have intention deficit.  I get so involved in so many day-to-day comings and goings that I forget what is most important to me.  Thank goodness, nature has a way of reminding me, bringing back, pulling me into its healing sphere.

A Grateful Writer

Thanksgiving gave me time to pause, time to reflect on the changes happening in my own life and all around me.  It made stop and think about what I truly hold as important.  Blogging for the past five years, has given me the space in which I form and share ideas. I write about books, art, people, and concepts that intrigue me, that I want to learn more about.  By writing, I come to understand things at a much deeper level. 

Working in the Wonder Studio: Stitching Meditation

This fall, the 5th graders had four weeks to explore the Wonder Studio.  We showcased things made of duct tape, and I had pictures of different projects on the bulletin board for them to see and get inspired.  However, what ended up inspiring them was some orange felt and black socks I had in the sewing space.  October was mainly spent teaching a group of girls to sew.

Revisiting a Young Writer’s Practice

As a child, I loved to write. The pencil was an extension of my hand and mind.  I found that all the stories in my head could be released onto beautiful blank white paper.  This revelation was exciting to me.  I couldn’t wait to jot down my stories. It took me some time to realize that not everyone in the world finds writing fun and adventurous.  It wasn’t until I became a teacher that I learned that there are children who have trouble getting their stories down on paper.

Secret Escape: Forest Bathing in October

Lately, I’ve taken my camera with me to the woods to record the passing of the seasons and to meditate as I walk.  My pace is slow.  I scan my surroundings.  I listen for the wind, the birds and insects. I came across a charm of goldfinches last week.  What a golden treasure they were!  I scout out small hidden places.  I walk in wonder.

Moving into Autumn

Since the weather has made me sleep in, I finally have time to breathe and relax.  I can have a second cup of tea.  I can leisurely look at my texts and emails.  The cool air makes you yearn for apples, pumpkins, and plum colored sweaters.  It is a good morning to move my summer clothes to storage and get out my wool and plaids.

The Serene Art of Forest Bathing

The muted, burnished colors reflected in the mountain pools were so incredibly soothing.  They blended together in wavy lines.  The trees, the leaves, the water became one, and I wanted to plunge in and cover myself in autumnal splendor.  It is in these moments that the real and the imagined join forces and cast a magical energy.