I love my garden. It’s the crispy mid-summer weeks when leaves shrivel and brown, annual blooms are taking a breather, early summer perennials have faded while the late summer plants are still producing buds. So it’s not as beautiful
It’s been a visionary 2018 at CJT! We have lots planned for the rest of this year and into next. All of this is in development, so details will follow — but here are some previews of coming attractions.
Settle in for a story about an experience about two electrifying experiences in 1991, and the lessons I am only now beginning to ground into conscious action. Your thoughts?
If you’re looking for Lightning Strikes video blog, I forgot to change the link in the newsletter. Go HERE. On Saturday I attended the TEDx speaker event at the Buell Theater, the main stage in our downtown Denver performing arts complex. It was beyond inspirational — I came
I tried Alphapoems but I didn’t like the technique very much because it was hard to make it rhyme and have decent rhythm when I was constrained by the next letter of the phrase staring at me. Am I doing something wrong? — Confused Alphapoet Dear Confused —
The new Journal of Specialists in Group Work came yesterday and I picked it up with the passing thought, “Maybe there will be something in here for my blog.” A quick scan of the contents table didn’t seem to offer much in the way of blog material, so
One of my favorite springtime rituals is inviting the neighborhood children to plant their own “gardens” in the big pots that adorn the gate to my patio and flower garden. This year I had a team of three — two four-year-olds and a two-and-a-half-year-old. A younger brother, about
The merry month of May is my birthday month (the 12th), Mother’s Day (I was born on Mother’s Day!), and now the birthday (May 7th) of our family’s newest addition, Elam James Schroeder, son of my niece Kelly and her husband Jeremy. So far Elam is a
I’m home from the second annual Los Angeles Expressive Therapies Summit. Barry Cohen, the organizer of both this Summit and the autumn one in NYC, has an uncanny ability to gather vast crowds; this conference had more than 600 therapists in all facets of expressive therapies and
I spent a sensuous and delicious morning with Edgar Degas last Friday. A beautifully curated collection, Degas: A Passion for Perfection is in town at the Denver Art Museum. I knew Degas from his ballet portraits and scenes, and some of his “women bathing’ pieces were ancillarily familiar.