Creativity Was Her Light — Now It Can Be Ours, Too

In honor of my sister’s legacy, I’m inviting you to join me this June for 30 days of simple, soulful creativity.

Not to make something “beautiful.” Not to be productive.

But to feel. To heal. To play.

I’ll be sharing 30 gentle invitations for creative expression — no experience needed. Just an open heart and the willingness to show up.

Let’s honor our grief with color. With movement. With imagination.

Let’s see what beauty can come from brokenness.

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Creativity Was Her Light — Now, It Continues to be Mine

By Lisa Pepper-Satkin, MA, MFT

My sister lived with color in her fingertips.

She saw the world as a canvas — even on the hard days.

She turned blank canvases into invitations to feel something.

To express what words couldn’t.  Since her passing, I’ve come to understand creativity not just as a tool, but as a lifeline. It continues to connect me to her… and back to myself.

Her creativity wasn’t about perfection. It was about expression. Movement. Joy. Processing pain without needing to fix it. To hold her pain lightly.  

Even on the hard days, she made space for her art…cutely, she would say.

It’s almost been a year since her passing, her creativity continues to reach me — her delightful sunny self crawling under the door.  

I didn’t expect a deeper connection to art to be a pivotal part of my grief journey.

The part where I’d feel closest to her not just through memories, but through making.

Not because I’m an artist in the same way she was.

But because creating — even something small, even something messy — keeps me in conversation with her.

She showed me that creativity doesn’t need a reason.

It doesn’t need to be productive or polished - even though hers was.

It’s a way of being with what is.

A way of saying, I’m still here. I’m still feeling. I still care.

And so, in honor of her, I’m inviting you to create with me.

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30 Days of Creativity for Healing Grief

Not a challenge.

Not a task.

Just a gentle invitation — each day — to soften, to explore, to connect.

No art experience needed.

Just your presence. Your curiosity. Your courage to show up with what’s real.

This isn’t about fixing grief.

It’s about moving with it.

Playing with it.

Letting it breathe in color and texture and light.

This is how I’m honoring her.

This is how I’m healing me.

I’ll share one simple creative prompt a day — something you can do in ten minutes or less. Some will be playful. Some tender. All of them are meant to remind you that your emotions belong. Your process matters. And you’re not alone.

Because sometimes, healing comes in the form of a paintbrush.

Sometimes, it’s a torn piece of paper.

Or a silly doodle.

Or a few words scribbled in the margin of your day.

Grief doesn’t ask us to be perfect.

It just asks us to stay open.

Join me.

Let’s create in honor of love. In honor of loss.

In honor of the beautiful souls, like my sister, who made this world more vibrant — and still do.

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