In this second part of my mural story, I share the very first layers—and what happened when judgment crept in. It’s a reflection on art, shame, and giving yourself permission to play. This post is for anyone curious about expressive arts therapy or the healing power of the creative process.

Painting a mural in my backyard became more than art—it mirrored the leap into my private practice in Colorado Springs, inviting me to take up space and live fully.