Here’s a therapeutic self-portrait I painted on a piece of scrap wood, several years ago:
Time to Step Outside the Box, Dear.
(I think I’m supposed to be painting angels.)
For more than a quarter of a century, I’ve led a Thursday night group as part of my job as a substance abuse counselor. Driving home tired, mentally drained, after an 11 hour day has been my Thursday routine for so long, it’s felt like an almost permanent way of life.
But last night was my last evening group. I’m passing that torch on and decreasing my hours at the agency to 30, to explore more creative pursuits that feed my soul.
After more than three decades in human services, I still find counseling stimulating and enjoyable…sometimes. I love teaching meditation and relaxation skills, and I love it when I’m able to incorporate art and other creative therapies into my groups. Now, it’s time to take a step toward my own creative therapies. At 58, I’m moving into a more creative phase of my life.
It feels like I’m moving closer to home. Since the age of 12, maybe younger, I’ve been an artist and a writer, but for whatever reasons, I didn’t pursue a career in the arts. Maybe I needed to learn some things first – what a fascinating journey!
So this is how I’m loving me, now. I’m stepping outside my box to nurture my spirit and feed my creative soul.
Bird Rising, by JoAnne Silvia
Things are taking off! Maybe I’ll take a painting class!
Is there something tugging at you? Maybe something you want to get back to?
What feeds your soul?
I’d love to hear from you!