between the hours, a moment held
As hour ends we stand side by side noting the green-gold shimmer of leaves against the brilliant blue, October sky…
Tree Mémoires
Once a month, 3 colleagues and I meet to practice leading one another in various forms of expressive process that…
Lone Tear Lingers
Often I am witness to tender, intimate moments beckoning to be explored more fully in some other form. It is…
Receptivity in Clinical Practice: Canvas Waits, a poem falls into being
“Golden Boy, as he came to be known in a later part of our work, entered his first therapy session…
