Winged for Art Therapy for Thursday, February 7, 2008

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Thursday, February 7, 2008

Blanket of Forever

My deceased parents were like air-blown kisses Intractable and illuminating, Lingering in my mind, daring me to look into the starlight, And wish... And wish...again on each tiny photographic jewels, stars of ruse and chunks of coal, All woven into my family's Blanket of Forever. "We'll both be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Mamma, Mamma, Don't Cry

I wrote this poem after my mom died: Mamma, Mamma, Don't cry, Lucky for us, we've been born again, From rich moist clay and strewn love Each sand particle together mixed, Sweet waltzes in a time Gone-by, Dancing with vulnerable glass quarried limbs, Blind Mocking eyes cold as stone, Mamma, Mamma,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Contemplation

Left to right: Death is coming for all of us You can duck or run, or... You can duck and hide... or you can sit and contemplate the here and now. Sign in to see full entry.

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Contemplation

It is a dark night of the soul that brings us to find a healing path. I never knew pain until my mom died. A lot of imagery pops up in my mind surrounding death and dying. I never really though about death and dying before. This is how I use my photobooks. I choose objects on which to focus my mind,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Diving in the Suds

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Birth of Passion

Most of us uses our imagination because - it feels good and it brings us joy. Our imagination can inspire us spiritually, mirror our secret thoughts and embody our many emotions. It can give us a hug when we need it. Sign in to see full entry.

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I am many, a ceramic artist, a poet and a wanderer. Give yourself a hug by looking for my book, Sculpting the Heart, to be in print soon; or in the meantime, check out The Soul's Palette, written by Cathy Malchiodi, leading authority at TLC, National Institute for Trauma and Loss in Children on Art Therapy

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