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…
Monarch Morning
Today in the garden of my mind, exist a plethora of ideas for writing, yet I am having difficulty navigating…
The Bird’s Nest
A client of mine best engages in therapy while sitting at the table making layered paper cutout scenes or ink…
Tree Mémoires
Once a month, 3 colleagues and I meet to practice leading one another in various forms of expressive process that…
Dream Visit to the Dying
My mother and I left Haight Ashbury on a grey, cold morning in January of 1973. We took the Amtrak…
