POSTCARD from DEB

My Heart Sings!

2011-05-04T12:15:00.000-07:00

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

Oh My Soul!

2011-04-04T14:37:00.000-07:00

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

Winter Solstice

2010-11-23T14:30:00.000-08:00

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

Life

2010-02-01T17:51:00.000-08:00

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

2009-12-15T18:59:00.000-08:00

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

A Fait Accompli!

2009-12-10T14:04:00.000-08:00

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.

website not overnight

2009-10-29T16:24:00.001-07:00

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

One Week To Go!

2009-09-11T17:26:00.000-07:00

It was April. Pamela and I were pleased with ourselves. We had decided on a wee art show at her house. Just her lovely gem laden wands and wares and my whimsical postcards.
It is September now and we have fourteen artists participating in the show, door prizes galore, treats, music and a bonfire finale to celebrate Fall Equinox.
I guess good ideas are bound to grow. So come enjoy our efforts and the celebration of Art and Abundance.
See you next Sunday,
deb

It was Her Turn Because

2009-09-01T14:41:00.000-07:00

My friend's aunt just passed. She was up there in age and had suffered a stroke. After weeks of making her way back into this life, she learned that her kidneys had failed and was asked if shewanted to go on dialysis. She declined the offer. Upon hearing this, I was a little taken aback and then I wondered why.
She had brought a ton of kids into the world, a clan which I only heard the funniest stories about and the clan celebrated her life in good form. A wake with snaps of her, stories and laughter, heartfelt exchanges and a keg or two.
How wonderful that at the end of your days, people threw a party in your honor. So what business did I have thinking she should try to hang in there?
I believe that life is a chosen existence in which we pursue certain goals, visit a few friends, then choose to depart. I think of my friends and family in spirit-world and have no trouble conversing with them in the 'elsewhere' place. So why wish to stay here?
Perhaps it is this. Perhaps I have made an agreement, and someone passing reminds that at some point my goals will be accomplished, my job done, and I too will leave. And maybe I am just a little afraid that my goals are not yet to my soul's credit. That sadly they might go to the grave with me.
Maybe an angel gets its wings when they have lived a full life or did what they set out to do.
I think my friends' aunt did. She got her wings.
All the best to you Vange and thanks for staying as long as you did.
deb
ps and thanks for the wake up call.

September is Coming!

2009-07-30T09:07:00.000-07:00

Hi All,
Put this on your calendar: Our fall equinox Art of Abundance Show & Sale.
September 20, 11am - 5pm.
It's at Pamela's place, great house, great yard, great studio. Check out the
map to get there: 71 Gordon Drive SW.
We'll have great and small works of art to purchase, delectable treats,
door prizes and some fun things we're still working on like Elina's fashion
show for yoga and leisure wear, Pamela making her famous crystal wands,
and Joanne piecing together one of her necklaces. We'll have textiles,
leather goods, CD's, astrology readings and more!
If you want more info or would like to have your brochures/cards in the
show just email me.
And here's to a great summer, live it with delight.
deb

Why We Love Strangers

2009-07-14T20:12:00.000-07:00

Three gals out for lunch. Lots to talk about, each of us had our stuff.
What we want, what we fear and what we are healing from. Then the
waiter joins the mix. Young guy, not nearly the experience we have
never mind combined. But because he is a stranger who we may
never again see, we ring him in. Chat openly. Why are you here we ask
him, where is he from and where to next. He stays at our table longer
than he should because we are strangers to him. He knows too that
we haven't long together.
I thought about it on the drive back to Calgary. Sure chance meetings
are 'duty free' but better is the fact that we are all wanders and for a
precious few moments we find one another. And then lost from sight.
Travel is alluring for that reason. A hunt to find as many of us as possible.
All pieces dancing in and out of each others knowing.
Thanks to all of you who show up for these impromptu encounters with
a smile, a story to share and just the faintest sense that somewhere
beyond all odds, we will meet again.
Kai sera sera.

2009-07-12T17:54:00.000-07:00

Hi folks,
Just thought I'd share my out-of-body experience with you.

Last night a friend talked me into going to the Stampede,
a first since the eighties. But once I crossed over into the
world cowboys and corn dogs, I felt strangely at ease.

The grandstand show was a stand up production with heads
craned to the skies bejeweled with fireworks, twirling bodies,
and blonde cowgirls fiddling furiously.

No one was rude or drunk and the walk back to our car
through streets filled with music and people noise, brought
me in mind of the seventies. In a good way.

Yes I was a little worse for wear today but nothing a pot of
homemade chicken soup couldn't heal.

Back in the saddle again and reporting from Cowpie Central.
cheers for now
deb

Calgary Stampede 2009

2009-07-03T09:17:00.000-07:00

Hi all,
Sorry I haven't been up on my blogging. There's no excuse for being boring when you're an artist. And even now I must away to do a little stampeding. What's that? google the Calgary Stampede and find out. And to all you adverse to this event, I ask you to send your thoughts to the safety and care of all, animals and people alike. Let's change our history by thinking differently. If you care to comment, write me.
Bye for now,
deb