Playing in the Paint

Playing in the Paint

Once a month I convert my sign shop into a play room and host an Art of Being Present play date.  The 12-ft table is covered with dozens of bottles of paint and stacks of slick finger painting paper.  The CD player is set up with an eclectic selection of music picked...
My Skin Doesn’t Fit Anymore

My Skin Doesn’t Fit Anymore

My skin doesn’t fit anymore.  It still does its job, which is to keep my innards in and the outside world out, but there’s a lot more slack in the sack than there used to be.  Other than surgery, there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Things sag. Particularly my...
What’s it All About?

What’s it All About?

What does that mean; Creating Adventures? It must mean something, right? Don’t the blogosphere rules tell us that the title is supposed to provide a clue to the content? Creating Adventures means several things.  Depending on how you accent the words it has to...
Gotta Start Somewhere

Gotta Start Somewhere

No matter how long I procrastinate, this thing isn’t going to start itself.  Damn!  I’ve spent hours messing with themes, tweaking the colors, fiddling with pictures and generally avoiding actually writing something. I still haven’t identified a...