#healingarts

The language of air

When I first entered his hospital room, I was greeted by the aroma of exotic homemade foods. Breathing it in, I scanned the room for...

A new year, a deceptively blank canvas

Starting anew We humans like to slice time into manageable segments so we can measure our lives, frame them in the context of our dreams,...

"I'm not looking for a miracle here."

I listened as he talked about the fears that kept him from doing things; that made him imagine only the worst outcomes; that got in the way

your words * your truth * your medicine

The flow of ink from your pen doesn't begin or end on the page. I have been asked for several years whether I would work one-on-one with...

Staying Open

Synchroncities are such an important part of the healing process when we’re grieving the loss of a loved one. When we can no longer see...

BEAUTIFUL

When I told her about my word project, she thought for a minute and decided it really wasn’t for her. She wasn’t feeling very well. Her...

WORDS HEAL

I believe in the power of words to heal. Whether we write them ourselves or they’re written by others; whether they come through poetry,...

A ROOM FILLED WITH NOW

The first thing I see when I walk into a room on the hospice floor is not normally a bassinet sitting at the foot of a patient’s bed, but...