Daniel Mack

Creative Aging  WORKSHOPS      

at The Albert Wisner Piblic Library, Warwick, NY

May 3, 10, 17, 2023    1-3pm    No Charge 

Daniel Mack hosts one-hour workshops for people interested in developing creative approaches to the challenges

of aging. This is a protected time/space for taking small risks, following Curiosity,to adjusting your Story; to kindle spiritual self-care; contact the Creative Unconscious by offering casual opportunities to explore In, Down and Out. 

Aging is a time of transition, challenge and opportunity.

This 3rd Age or 4th Quadrant of life is not like the others.

It has its own ways.  They can be learned and worked with.

The practices of Casual Alchemy can assist.  

We first have to recognize, name and work with these new "powers" Auden talks about.

Meeting Plan:

After a brief introduction, people are invited to explore several

stations of tools and materials. The workshop closes with specific suggestions for similar activity at home

10+ minutes     Intro   Day’s theme/focus to prompt

   Making, eg  "fragments,, Haiku  casual, lunar, indirect"   

   Object:  examples of Matter into Meaning

        eg  nkisi, transart, bowl  anima/weakness

5+ minutes       Explore Materials/Tools of Day  

   Choose activity by answering: What do you need TODAY? 

   Something Collective? Cooperative? Introspective? Fast/slow

30+ minutes     Making, from Sticks, String, Bones, Shells  

  Marking  with dirt on cards, with, feathers, reeds

  Making:  add to Deck of cards, add to Burlap, Rubbing of Place

  Collective Project

5+ minutes       Wrap-up and possibilities for HomePlay 

More Clues to Creative Aging

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.           ROBERT FROST