This is not a blog about one particular medium or another. This is not an assembly line of amazing and flawless creations. This is not a business site designed to promote a book or a business or a product. This is a place for exploring, discussing, and considering the creative process — the power of making — and its place in modern life.
- 30-something female.
- Living in a major city, against better judgment.
- Would rather be living in a cottage in the woods, but what ya gonna do?
- Single, looking. (You would not believe how hard it is to date when you’re a therapist.)
- Yes, a therapist. License-eligible psychotherapist, nationally-certified Art Therapist.
- Self-taught artist. Sometime musician. Always a writer.
I used to keep an online diary, years before they were called blogs. I wrote in it faithfully from about 1999 to 2005, documenting my transformation from a ne’er-do-well into an artist, a grad student, and then an art therapist. I won several awards for that blog and made wonderful friends along the way. I got teaching gigs and art commissions from my online musings, and enjoyed the sense of community it generated.
But, becoming a therapist changed my perspective on confidentiality and I shut it all down when I finished my master’s program. I guess I was afraid that my clients would find the blog and that all hope of transference would be gone.
Transference. That’s biz talk. I’ll try not to do that.
Now I’m returning to the diary as a way to live more mindfully. I am at another transformative phase in my life, and want to document the changes that result from actively pondering simplicity, art-making, healing, nature, human kindness, the handmade revolution, the power of people, and magic. Yes, magic.
I’m interested in slow cloth, Craft 2.0, the Arts and Crafts movement, altruism, interrelatedness, happy accidents, and living as simply as possible. As one of those quirky folks who was born in the wrong century, I’m a little obsessed with the old-fashioned and the way it informs my relationship to the new-fangled. I go through phases when it comes to art media. Don’t be surprised if you find a crayon rubbing one day and an oil painting the next.
The title of the blog comes from the lyrics of an old Shaker song called Simple Gifts. Its lyrics paint a good picture of what I’m trying to focus on in my life right now.
‘Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free,
‘Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain’d,
To bow and to bend we shan’t be asham’d,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right.
As much as I would love to open my whole life into this journal, the realities and legalities of life as a therapist preclude me from doing so. What you will find on this blog is a very edited version of Mal, and no inferences or assumptions should be made based on what you read. The details will be unfailingly honest but somewhat incomplete out of respect for my professional obligations and personal values.
Do you know me? Are you my friend, family member, client, patient, student, lover, or neighbor? Please do me a favor and tell me that you’ve read this blog. It won’t change how I feel about you, I promise. In fact, it will probably open the door for some very neat dialogue between us.
Most importantly, I will never reveal information about my clients or patients on this blog. This blog is about me, not them, though I will take certain precautionary steps to ensure that my professional work is not impeded by my writing here. For instance, I’ll always wait at least a few weeks (and sometimes years) before posting any artwork of a personal nature. I spend all day trying to bring the healing power of art to the lives of other people; I think it’s only fair that I spend just as much energy trying to bring it to mine.
All of the content in this blog was generated by me unless attributed to someone else. You may not use or publish my words or images elsewhere without direct attribution. Thanks.
[In the interest of full disclosure, I may at some point choose to put ads on this blog to help pay for hosting and other costs. I bet you won't even notice.]