Saturday, February 28, 2026

SoulCollage® Committee Suit: 6th Extinction

I am one who feels the tension between the natural world and the human world. I am one who loves color. I am one who secretly wishes and fears that the 6th Extinction would be humans.

What is your gift or message for me?
Seek nature. Trust in the natural process.

What do you want me to do?
As much as possible, spend time not thinking. Imagine being in the body of a woodpecker or fish or mammal. Make this the practice!

Why did you show up today?
Because you need to be reminded that what looks huge on a small level is all part of the puzzle on the big level.

If you have a shadow, what would it be? Or, what light do you offer?
The light is the fact that I am not in control of any of this, and the shadow is that I am not in control of any of this.

Beats Antique, Tatyana Kalmykova - Three Sisters

 

Ох и проти тестева двора
Да крута крута гора
Ох и да крута крута гора
Да не взойдешь не взъедешь
Ох и да не взойдешь не взъедешь
Да кузонов отдати
Ох и да гору раскопати
Да гору раскопати
Да у тестя побувати

Зеленая сосенушка
Была зелена
У пятницу Маринушка была весела
У субботу головушку гладила
В воскресенье шла к венчанью плакала
Она своему родны батюшке казала
Что не жалостливый родный батюшка до мене
Отпускаешь молоду замуж от себе
Осталися три садика до мене
Три садика зеленаи все цветут
Они цвятут все ялами цветами
Да будешь родный батюшка рано уставать
Да будешь три садика поливать
Да утренею вечернею зарею
Да своею горючею слезою
Слез не хватит ключевой воды достанешь
С под гар гары метелица сметая
С другой гары ясно солнце восходя
С третей гары Иванушка съезжая
Поставь коня скинь ты шапку послушай
Тамы рябыя кукуша кукуя
А то ж наша Маринушка горюя

Oh, and against my father-in-law's yard
And the mountain is steep, steep
Oh, and the mountain is steep, steep
And you won't climb it, you won't ride it
Oh, and you won't climb it, you won't ride it
And give up the cousins
Oh, and you'll dig up the mountain
And you'll dig up the mountain
And stay with my father-in-law
Green Pine
She was green
On Friday, Marinushka was cheerful
On Saturday, she stroked her head
On Sunday, she went to the wedding, crying
She told her dear father
That her dear father had no compassion for me
You're letting your young woman marry you.
Three little gardens remain before me.
Three little gardens are green and all in bloom.
They're all blooming with wild flowers.
May you, my dear father, tire early.
May you water the three little gardens.
Yes, with the morning and evening dawn.
Yes, with your burning tears.
Tears won't be enough to get the spring water.
From under the mountain, a snowstorm sweeps away the mountain.
From another mountain, the sun rises brightly.
From the third mountain, Ivanushka rides down.
Put your horse down, take off your hat, and listen.
There's a speckled cuckoo.
And then our Marinushka grieves.

Friday, February 27, 2026

SoulCollage® Transpersonal Cards

These are my transpersonal cards. Transpersonal cards do not have a voice or a story. There is the Source card, which represents the Universe; some people call it God, Chi, The Ground of Being, Consciousness and so on. There is Soul Essence, which is incarnated and expressed through one’s body. Lastly there is a Witness, an aspect observing one’s life, thoughts, feelings, and actions without judgment.

Source: The Unmanifest, the Mystery, Ground of Being, the Divine

Soul Essence: Each person’s unique spark of Source, divine potential

Witness: Our Self that observes what is; nonjudgmental consciousness

SoulCollage®

I facilitate a process of personal exploration called SoulCollage®, in which you (the creator!) make a deck of wisdom cards for yourself -- one by one. No art experience is required! I provide orientation to newcomers. 

We meet as a group, and each participant is free to let go of thinking and story, allowing her eyes to lead her to images that feel interesting. These images are trimmed and arranged on a mat board and then glued. When the session ends, we gather to share our cards; we meet that part of ourselves and hear its wisdom using a series of simple questions. 

The experience of being in a room full of people quietly working in the flow of creativity can be deeply heart-satisfying. It is also fun!

SoulCollage® Salons are generally 3-4 hours long. All supplies are included.

SoulCollage® Suits

Transpersonal Cards: Connection with a place of Spirit, a place of knowing Oneness as a container of your Many.

Committee Cards: Our many inner personality parts, our ego, our character.

Council Cards: The archetypes who guide and challenge us personally, and who are active also in the collective consciousness of the planet.

Community Cards: Our guiding sentient beings, teachers, loved ones, pets, even places.

Companion Cards: Animal guides imagined in our body’s energy centers.

You can also purchase the book by Seena Frost, SoulCollage® Evolving: An Intuitive Collage Process for Self-Discovery and Community.

May As Well Show

Not much to tell. Just showing today's art journal practice.

Thursday, February 26, 2026

Feb 26 Art Journal


Eva Cassidy - Fields of Gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me? Will you be my love?
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold 

Tuesday, February 24, 2026

Every Day Like a Vitamin


I'm 62. My child is 18 and will head off to college this fall. I did the heavy lifting of mothering for 18 years, and while I will always be part of my child's life, they will launch into their own. I have more time, energy, and mental capacity free to use in different ways. Working as a therapist is one project, and I love doing the work. I missed it so much before returning in 2021. 

Another project of mine has been to renovate my life in such a way that I become physically healthier and more fit. Losing weight and regular intense exercise has improved my life so much, particularly my mental health. And goodness knows with the state of U.S. politics, I need to take care of this.

Lately, though, I've noticed I am prioritizing creating daily. It brings such joy and equanimity. It feels as important as eating and sleeping. It puts me in a flow state that enables me to be a decent human being and do good things in the world. But most of all, as I'm getting older, I'm acutely aware that my remaining time is finite and precious. I am going to die. Every day I wake up and put that awareness front and center in my attention, because I want to spend some time every day doing this activity that makes my life rich. When I'm on my deathbed, I want to have no regrets. I want the satisfaction of knowing that I gave myself to life and really engaged.

So every day since January I've been collaging (posted here). And lately I've been making small abstract paintings with watercolor, and converting other painted paper into notecards. It makes me grateful to be alive. And I am grateful to myself that I've made this practice a daily priority.

Tyler Childers - White House Road | OurVinyl Sessions

Whitehouse Road

Early in the morning when the sun does rise
Layin' in the bed with bloodshot eyes
Late in the evenin' when the sun sinks low
Well that's about time my rooster crows
I got women up and down this creek
And they keep me going and my engine clean
Run me ragged but I don't fret
Cause there ain't been one slow me down none yet

Get me drinking' that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw 'em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it's a mighty hard livin'
But a damn good feelin' to run these roads

I got people try to tell me, Red
Keep this livin' and you'll wind up dead
Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lord's
Or wind up laying on a coolin' board
But I got buddies up White House Road
And they keep me strutting when my feet hang low
Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain
'N all this runnin's gonna keep me sane

Get me drinking' that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw 'em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it's a mighty hard livin'
But a damn good feelin' to run these roads
It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads

When they lay me in the cold hard clay
Won't ya sing them hymns while the banjo plays
You can tell them ladies that they ought not frown
Cause there ain't been nothing ever held me down
Lawmen, women or a shallow grave
Same ol' blues just a different day

Get me drinking' that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw 'em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it's a mighty hard livin'
But a damn good feelin' to run these roads
It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads
It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads

Monday, February 23, 2026

Noticing

I was cleaning the sink the other evening, and when I pulled the stopper out of the soapy water, this large bubble was attached.

Naturally I whipped out my cell phone to take some photos. I like this one best (despite the shadow of my finger in the lower corner), because the reflective iridescence is beautiful. I see the kitchen windowpane at the top, and other indiscernible objects from the counter. It lasted several minutes; then a subtle shift in the air breached the bubble and *pop*, it was gone. 

I would categorize this as a glimmer -- a moment of fascination and joy.