Nelson

Driving from Kelowna to Neslon was one of the most beautiful trips we could have imagined - until today when we drove from Nelson to Revelstoke. As I write this I am thinking about the hot-tub which sits outside our room. It’s the first night that we have not been hosted in a town and we have found the most delightful Bed and Breakfast, that no longer serves breakfast, but the owners knew a great little Indian Restaurant for dinner take-out, and a place we could get a bottle of Prosecco, so we spent the money Mary had given us for a good dinner! All that is to say that you must excuse an spelling arrors or other blogging goofs! 

Our experience in Nelson at the Kutenai Art Therapy Institute was profound. Ankors treated us to accommodation at a sweet little hostel down the road and I invited one of the Hostel guests to join us. Cathy parked the truck outside the Institute, so we could open the dragonfly wings and show people the sculpture. Inside we set up the poster, the binder of photos, and the stem of the actual sculpture.

 

The afternoon began with sharing the story of the sculpture and then there were three workstations for people to participate in the project. Around us people painted prayer flags (which will be sent to us when they are dry), adorned pill bottles and placed messages inside these, and created a mural for the Cross Canada Cocktail Party. I’ll share more pictures and messages later. It’s time to jump in the hot tub.