We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Assistant Village Idiot
It’s a long read but a short scan indicates it has merit. Looked up your word recommendation. One of my former counselors subscribed to some of that kind of treatment.
I jam (acoustic strings and singing) with a group of local musicians in an amateur setting every week. At a brewery. Old Americana music. Great fun. I’d say that is art therapy. But it’s participation therapy. We feed of one another's praise and criticism. Each week’s session (two hours) makes us all feel better about ourselves. And the only cost is the price of a pint!
A small win in my life garnering this group of friends. We play at the local retirement centers. Our motto is “we put the sing in nursing homes. Without us it would be nuhome at all”. :-)
Way too much palaver about an academic function. Art as therapy? I have watched a number of Vietnam movies, and not one time did I say at the end, "Gee. That was really therapeutic. Thanks a lot, movie makers." My comments were always "They got some stuff right" or "That movie really sucks."
The comments I made were a bit off topic from motion picture art or stories in general. I get excited about my life and forget to clean my glasses so I can see what a thread is really about. I’m trying. I’ve cut back a lot on caffeine.