Day 10 at the Writers' Colony and I am thinking of the Arts Anonymous meeting I am missing. The non-frauds I know who modify life into an interesting stroll: Black and white silhouettes that become people remembered, Dots and dots that build awesome as a noun, Articles written talking of the arts, Lives lived richly again in memoir, Trees seen vibrantly on stage through pastels, Words that fall on to page again and again, Throw-a-ways preserved as magical, Wire twisted into intrigue, Paint on brushes, Ink on paper. And the stroll continues for there is always a camera in the house to capture vision into something real. This walk through the arts happens every Saturday at 11:00 in the Peace Room at Unity Temple on the Plaza in eclectically wonderful Kansas City. I miss you guys!