Letter to AROHO Sisters
Dear AROHO Sisters Some years ago, we wrote that AROHO was a Beacon, a Map, and a Destination. This has come to be. Despite the unthinkable becoming reality year after year, AROHO has remained a source of hope, a path through the forest, and a homecoming for an ever-expanding circle of women. Even more remarkable, this has come to be with an investment of resources (human, spiritual, and monetary) that is sustainable. We find...
We Leave Deep Impressions As We Walk
OUR ROOM. OUR WORK. OUR WAY. This year’s Global Summer Camp summoned a growing circle of women who crave AROHO’s uniquely personal, artistic program that seamlessly weaves wisdom sharing into the fold of sisterhood. “AROHO brings me into a circle of artistic friends; like-minded, focused, adventurous women who, by definition, welcome, encourage, and respect me, and the work I do. This gift of inclusion helps me...
Mask and What I Have Learned by Dahlma Llanos-Figueroa
“Mask” by Dahlma Llanos-Figueroa “What I Have Learned” by Dahlma Llanos-Figueroa I have learned some things. I may want to write everyday but many days my creativity takes another route. During these past Covid months, I have been doing handwork; fiber arts projects pieces done in knitting, crocheting and embroidery, what used to be called women’s crafts. I created something for all...
My Room by Barbara Presnell
“My Room” by Barbara Presnell In sum this work is about: The place where I have space that is mine and only mine, where words and pictures come, where thoughts are past and future, right and left, north and south, up and down, clockwise and counterclockwise. My pup and my pencil guide me. ____________________ Barbara Presnell’s Artist Statement: I call myself an artist with a big A,...
Procrastination as Part of the Process by Gina Moriarty
“Procrastination as Part of the Process” by Gina Moriarty I know I’m acting cowardly when I procrastinate taking a seat at my desk. When I wash dishes that I typically neglect, when I dust my bookshelves and reorder my to-be-read… when I scrub the walls, I know I should be writing. I must face the facts, that my writing process is meant to heal. To process. To forgive. To learn. To make sense of my heart, I...