When winter—figurative or literal—presses you to the ground, what fires you up to take your next helping of life? What’s your invisible sun?

For me, the answer is art—which I define very broadly, by the way. Writing is my trade as well as my main artistic squeeze, but sometimes words are both too much and not enough, so I paint or dance or (lately) knit odd-looking hats and mittens. I cook. Why you make a thing is sometimes more important than what you make or whether it’s useful afterward.

The why of art-making is on my mind today as I plan a writing workshop for cancer survivors and their families. Too many people miss out on the raw energy they gain when they engage in the labor of making a thing just for the satisfaction of making it, so in this case, my aim is a workshop that helps people recharge. To bask in the glow of their respective invisible suns.

G., my contact at the wellness center for which I’m running the workshop, tells me we have 12 registered. I look forward to hearing from each one of them their why for joining the class, and we’ll take the what from there… Over the coming weeks, I’ll be using this blog space to share posts that may be of interest to these participants. If you’re not in the class, you’re still invited to check in too; if you have any insights, suggestions or questions about how writing and other art-making can bank the creative fire that makes life worth living, drop me a line.

All my best,