Finding My Voice, or There and Back Again

My voice has always been hard to find. I remember as a child someone asking me: “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” I was livid, and yes, it DID feel like a cat had my tongue. If someone asked me to repeat something, I would repeat it, but a little bit quieter the second…

A New Way of Being in the World: What Movement Teaches Me

My blog has fallen almost completely by the wayside since I started training as an Expressive Arts Therapist almost two years ago. My life has been all about writing poetry, painting, journalling, clay modelling, learning, growing, personal therapy, crying, connecting, moving, exploring, reading, reflecting, practicing, and so much more. I really can’t complain about any…

Saturday Morning “ArtDate”: Automatons at Visual Space Gallery

Good morning blog followers! I hope you’ve finished your run down Yuppy Lane, have changed out of your sweaty yoga pants into your Lululemon yoga pants, have your vanilla, soy, half sweet, double double thingy from Starbucks in hand because this is your first Saturday morning ArtDate – update, but about art, so … “ArtDate” (insert…