. . .  or more like playing in black sands, picking berries, visiting with family, riding bikes & eating ice-cream...
Summer has been too much fun, and, as it happened last year, the blog went to sleep. 
But I am back and ready to be in touch and share!
August starts tomorrow, and the blog will be full of visual candy and updates including projects & ideas.

The truth is that I refused to get on the blogging bandwagon in 2007 when a friend suggested that 'it was the way to go,' with the same vehemence that I rejected getting a cell phone for years. Until I got a cell phone and within days I wondered how I had survived so long without one.

It is in the same tail-between-my-legs-way, that I start this my first blog post. 

You see, I come from a 'private' family --at least one of the branches of it is. We are forger-aheaders. We solve problems and make choices that make sense. We look for the silver lining and celebrate the hell out of it. We practice gratitude for all of the concrete blessings we experience and posses... But the emotional side of things is a little more "scant," to say it some way...

Baring my soul is NOT something I enjoy doing, and it may be a chief reason for my becoming a therapist. I find transparency and vulnerability compelling. I admire a person's willingness and courage to go there and lean into it. But me, I am mostly fine.

It was a few months ago that art, once again, pierced that stoically practical veneer and started to create an urgent need...