Hi All,
I'm very excited to be writing today. I finally can organize my life around a center pole.
That pole is the work I call "My Heart Sings" - A Healing Adventure beyond wishful thinking.
You can email me and I'll send you the whole story but in brief my long time interest and
work in the healing arts as well as the expressive arts has come together in a four session
adventure where you get to work on a goal or issue. The sessions or visits are 1- 1.5 hrs
in length and include: an angel reading and reconnecting to your angels, a creative session
with options to choose from, a walk and talk in nature to get the whole body and brain on
board, and finally a mini feast and review. The course is over a month and my fee is $188.
I have offer all the components separately, and for group workshops.
And finally my question to you is, 'what makes your heart sing on a regular basis?'
Thanks for blogging in.
Love the love you're in,
Deb
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Oh My Soul!
Again, a long time since I've written, you'd think life was getting in the way. What prompted me today was a synchronicity that I'm so pleased with...Marion Woodman, all round super sleuth of the great feminine archetype has come full circle into my awareness. Lots of years ago when I was wading through my feminist studies at UofC, I came across this quietly ferocious lady and now all these years later she graces my television with Dancing in the Flames.
One of my all time favorite prose is Yeat's, Sailing to Byzantium, and the lines, "soul clap its hands and sing and louder sing for all the tatters in its mortal dress." Today tuning into Marion's CD The Crown of Age, I am thrilled to hear her recite these poignant words. What a wonderful wise woman.
It's so great to hear a woman of her years and intelligence speak passionately about earth as the feminine, as our mother, as one about to experience destruction, death and rebirth. And we as children of earth will necessarily be swept back into her fiery womb.
If Marion is taking metaphor too seriously, then it has served her in living a "soul embodied" life. The shedding of ego and birth of soul's purpose is the second 'crowning' Marion speaks about. I personally hope to stand in that place of raw, tattered, beauty at 70 or 80 or ...
I can't tell you of the events that have led up to this moment, mostly because I so resist sitting at the computer, but I will say that the bits of my life that seemed so frivolous and fleeting have survived my ego's clenched fist. It would appear that a life of art, angels and assignments is opening up like a cherub's untried wings. It's a vulnerable feeling, if not awkward but it is oh so utterly exquisite.
I'll say more later, but sign off with a dream fragment my sister had,
"you are hanging onto air, let go."
Wings don't fail me now.
Love is All,
Deb
One of my all time favorite prose is Yeat's, Sailing to Byzantium, and the lines, "soul clap its hands and sing and louder sing for all the tatters in its mortal dress." Today tuning into Marion's CD The Crown of Age, I am thrilled to hear her recite these poignant words. What a wonderful wise woman.
It's so great to hear a woman of her years and intelligence speak passionately about earth as the feminine, as our mother, as one about to experience destruction, death and rebirth. And we as children of earth will necessarily be swept back into her fiery womb.
If Marion is taking metaphor too seriously, then it has served her in living a "soul embodied" life. The shedding of ego and birth of soul's purpose is the second 'crowning' Marion speaks about. I personally hope to stand in that place of raw, tattered, beauty at 70 or 80 or ...
I can't tell you of the events that have led up to this moment, mostly because I so resist sitting at the computer, but I will say that the bits of my life that seemed so frivolous and fleeting have survived my ego's clenched fist. It would appear that a life of art, angels and assignments is opening up like a cherub's untried wings. It's a vulnerable feeling, if not awkward but it is oh so utterly exquisite.
I'll say more later, but sign off with a dream fragment my sister had,
"you are hanging onto air, let go."
Wings don't fail me now.
Love is All,
Deb
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Winter Solstice
It's upon us again. Winter Solstice. And this year as I am taking a photography course, my greeting card depicts my household Buddha sporting a winter scarf and 'pomegranate promise'. (read up on
your myths).
With this image and sentiment, I truly hope you can see the 'shift' coming. Not the apocalypse, not a catastrophe of any kind but a blow to our egos that have muscled in on our reality. In other words, a new perspective of oneself is about to dawn, and this is the good news. I'll say more a little later.
I know you are thinking that might be a year from now given how seldom I blog and you'd be right.
But on the other hand, I may say more than you'd care to hear.
All the best for now,
Deb
your myths).
With this image and sentiment, I truly hope you can see the 'shift' coming. Not the apocalypse, not a catastrophe of any kind but a blow to our egos that have muscled in on our reality. In other words, a new perspective of oneself is about to dawn, and this is the good news. I'll say more a little later.
I know you are thinking that might be a year from now given how seldom I blog and you'd be right.
But on the other hand, I may say more than you'd care to hear.
All the best for now,
Deb
Monday, February 1, 2010
Life
Well I see a blog is more demanding than it seems. Yet if that's all I had to worry about, I'd take it in a heartbeat. Makes you wonder just how many heartbeats do any of us have left?
I recently learned that my sister has to have surgery. A mastectomy. It came as a shock, and yet not.
When we visited this summer she seemed very weary and stressed, as usual about her rescue cats, the new house and getting things done before winter set in. We did have a few laughs but not as many as the year before and I remember thinking that I should be living closer to her. Help out some. And now this.
I know breast cancer is not a death sentence but it does mean death to some of the ways we have come to know ourselves. Our timing, our choices, our call. All these will change and change her.
An extreme makeover from the inside out is not for everyone.
This reality has initiated my own reflection on my particular patterns and luxury choices. I can eat an apple or a brownie. I can meditate or go to a movie. I can see friends or sit for hours at my computer. But can I do these things in balance? Some days I feel drained. Some weeks too. So what changes do I have a chance to make before they are made for me? Before a makeover is in order.
I love my sister and so I'll be heading off to Saskatchewan to 'help out'. I am sure to learn more than I help.
So wish me well, sorry I wasn't much of a blogger. But I hope I'm a better friend.
All the best whomever you are and if you got a 'wake up call', ask yourself...'would I wake-up?'
Take good care now,
Deb
I recently learned that my sister has to have surgery. A mastectomy. It came as a shock, and yet not.
When we visited this summer she seemed very weary and stressed, as usual about her rescue cats, the new house and getting things done before winter set in. We did have a few laughs but not as many as the year before and I remember thinking that I should be living closer to her. Help out some. And now this.
I know breast cancer is not a death sentence but it does mean death to some of the ways we have come to know ourselves. Our timing, our choices, our call. All these will change and change her.
An extreme makeover from the inside out is not for everyone.
This reality has initiated my own reflection on my particular patterns and luxury choices. I can eat an apple or a brownie. I can meditate or go to a movie. I can see friends or sit for hours at my computer. But can I do these things in balance? Some days I feel drained. Some weeks too. So what changes do I have a chance to make before they are made for me? Before a makeover is in order.
I love my sister and so I'll be heading off to Saskatchewan to 'help out'. I am sure to learn more than I help.
So wish me well, sorry I wasn't much of a blogger. But I hope I'm a better friend.
All the best whomever you are and if you got a 'wake up call', ask yourself...'would I wake-up?'
Take good care now,
Deb
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Winter Solstice Greeting
The Contessa could bend spoons with a thought,
talk to animals, and dance till dawn.
It was a gift, but one that she owed to a
certain dark alliance.
Hershey's Special Dark was
her medicine and her magic.
And his Kisses were a bit of alright too...
May your dark side melt in your arms
as you dance in a little light of your own.
Happy Solstice Dec 21
The Contessa could bend spoons with a thought,
talk to animals, and dance till dawn.
It was a gift, but one that she owed to a
certain dark alliance.
Hershey's Special Dark was
her medicine and her magic.
And his Kisses were a bit of alright too...
May your dark side melt in your arms
as you dance in a little light of your own.
Happy Solstice Dec 21
Thursday, December 10, 2009
A Fait Accompli!
Well! I turned blue in the face, but the website is finally...done? That's the link above in red.
Have a look around, try a pack of cards, buy two, but for Gates' sake don't sweat through any of it without telling me. I'm always a learner, a novice of many things, and a master of "what if's". What if I would have done it this way, that way, not at all. So many questions jumping ship in the Gemini mind.
But now a word about 'winter solstice'. Actually, not right now. Right now I'm going to make a 'cup of something good'.
Shortly then,
deb
ps Now I can turn my attention to Facebook and the event for Winter Solstice "Unificacion Maya".
Check it out.
Have a look around, try a pack of cards, buy two, but for Gates' sake don't sweat through any of it without telling me. I'm always a learner, a novice of many things, and a master of "what if's". What if I would have done it this way, that way, not at all. So many questions jumping ship in the Gemini mind.
But now a word about 'winter solstice'. Actually, not right now. Right now I'm going to make a 'cup of something good'.
Shortly then,
deb
ps Now I can turn my attention to Facebook and the event for Winter Solstice "Unificacion Maya".
Check it out.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
website not overnight
Hi All, Sorry yet again.
I got caught up with life, the art show, which went great thanks for asking, battling a cold, and now picking up the reins of the business of producing a website. No, I don't know one html from another but I am putting together the design, the home page etc. and that is proving to be a surprising amount of fun! All the same, you realize at some point that you must draw the line, and stop it. As Bob Newhart would say, "JUST STOP IT!" If this site is ever be real, I have to pass it on to the magic hands that know how. So bear with me and I'll soon have something more to engage you my friends, and everyone else with inquiring minds.
Take care, stick with the echanacea, vitamin C and oregano tea.
Also, try have good sleeps and take a break from worrying.
All the best, deb
I got caught up with life, the art show, which went great thanks for asking, battling a cold, and now picking up the reins of the business of producing a website. No, I don't know one html from another but I am putting together the design, the home page etc. and that is proving to be a surprising amount of fun! All the same, you realize at some point that you must draw the line, and stop it. As Bob Newhart would say, "JUST STOP IT!" If this site is ever be real, I have to pass it on to the magic hands that know how. So bear with me and I'll soon have something more to engage you my friends, and everyone else with inquiring minds.
Take care, stick with the echanacea, vitamin C and oregano tea.
Also, try have good sleeps and take a break from worrying.
All the best, deb
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