Mandala Play

It's such fun to play;

rather than expectation

there is exploration.

Blake likes to draw and color

"those circle things."

This one was stapled into one of my journals

a couple of years ago -- notice how he finished it off 

with another piece of paper stapled into the center.

Exploring color, shape, center ...

there is something about Mandalas that

rises from within -- even for a four year old!  

Go ahead and pull out those broken crayons 

that have pulled off paper and chewed edges.

See what happens when you explore

"one of those circle things"

then leave a comment or send me an email 

with a picture of your playful creation.

Steady Hand at the Wheel

This is a wisdom favorite learned from  

a friend who often sails:

steady hand at the rudder;

steady hand at the wheel.

Practicing life-lessons has become a favorite tool;

so for this image I chose a calm day at sea,

added a layer of ABC basics, 

and attached a postage stamp to myself.  

Reminder to self: Practice the basics;

a steady hand during times of calm

will help prepare me for stormy turbulent times.

We can just let things happen ... or 

we can be proactive.

I so much prefer to be somewhat prepared!

And wouldn't funky aqua wings help?

Celebrating

I thought you might enjoy 

celebrating with these 1920 Suffragettes.

Music for the Soul

Sitting on our patio with friends

and listening to Leah sing;

doesn't get much better than this.

Click below to listen

http://leahorlikowski.com/index.htm
on Leah's website.

You might even want to purchase a cd!

Where are you going?

Time ...  Space ... 

These are gifts I have for awhile. 

I just finished a farewell lunch with

staff at my interim position.

It was wonderful being present these past months,

and a blessing to turn things over to Jessica.  

So ... what's next?  

How will I use this time and space?

How do you use yours?

How do you wish you could use yours?

It occurs to me that 

however little

 or however much we have,

the Cheshire Cat's wisdom for Alice holds true:

"If you don't know where you are going

any path will get you there."

Where are you going?

Where do you hope to go?

Leave a comment and let us know!

Playing at Sunrise

When was the last time 

you allowed yourself the

freedom to play?  

To really let loose as a child does?

Was it today -- or some time ago?

How about renewing the play in your life.

It might be fun to think the renewal as 

Playing at Sunrise.

Leave a comment

and let me know how you played  

or renewed playfulness in your life

and what it was like.

One way I am is by posting again on my blog.

Thanks to all of you for asking about it 

and checking in with me!

En-Joy

                          En-joy:

                                  Enter 2010

                                         With joy

                           My hope

                                       My prayer

                                               For you, for me, for us.

Happiness

This beautiful stained glass symbol for Happiness

was made by my dear friend Elaine.

I love how she adds, "Aristotle stated that happiness

(also being well and doing well) is the only thing

that humans desire for its own sake,

unlike riches, honor, health, or even friendship."

What a beautiful wish for any loved one

during this Holy Season.

Together

Being Together.

One of the gifts of Thanksgiving.

Whether physically with loved ones

or there in spirit,

being together is such a gift!

New ER Under African Skies

My sister recently worked with a silent auction to help

raise funds for a new ER in the mountainous rural

Rukunriri district southwest of Uganda.

Last year local workers converted

two rooms and a closet into one open space.

Stretchers, oxygen equipment, splinting materials,

and storage closets were provided through the

fundraising efforts of two doctors.

On June 2, 2008, the first ER of this kind in Africa opened.

They served 500 people that first month.

I love thinking about this:

Since 8 out of 10 leading causes of death before then

had been because of trauma and severe diseases treatable

with quality emergency care, a significant number of lives

are now saved every day of every month!

This November 2009 silent auction raised $16,000!

But.  I don't believe this is enough.

We can do better.  We can raise more.

I'd love for you to help.

Maybe this could be a Christmas present for

someone you love instead of a traditional gift?

Click on the website below for the nonprofit agency

Global Emergency Care Collective

if you're willing to learn more and help.

Thanks!  I think this kind of present is what

Christmas is really all about.

www.globalemergencycare.org

Racing or Enjoying the Sights?

Which one are you today?

(No fair telling me which one I am!)

A friend sent me a prayer/poem

with these beautiful lines (Thanks Linda!):

     There is no substitute for the present moment.

              To enter it slow down

                     Until it envelops you.

     We are always choosing: either

              in fear, keep busy

                     or in wonder, attend.

     There is no way but slowing down

              to see and live truly,

                     to be here and not elsewhere.

I'm slowing moment by moment,

choosing moment by moment,

seeking to see and live truly.

It's not impossible for me this way.

Moment by moment.

How about you?

Beautiful Souls

We just returned from family vacation in California.

One of our grandaughters was in a

Silent Parade celebrating All Saints Day.

Here she is as St. Barbara.

And here she is as St. Barbara Pinkalicious.

She requested her favorite color,

pink of course, and a cross.

Well ... we had to have fun with pics of each sister.
So we took this one of joyful dancing,
added a magical starry background,
a luminous star on her cheek,
a rainbow of purplicious flowers and crown,
and our princess danced away with her cousin. 

Precious. Precious Souls.

How goes it with your soul today?

Blessed for sure.

Magical Night, Day of Remembering

Last night we walked around

the 16th Street Mall here in Denver

and enjoyed all the creative costumes.

There was also a wondrously fun

pillow-fight tradition at

Larimer Square during

each pedestrian crossing.

Today I'm enjoying All Saints Day

and thinking of dad.

Who are some of the saints you love?

Adventure!

... Creating and thinking of Amelia Earhart

as I prepare to begin a new journey.

I wonder what adventures lie around the corner.

How about you?

What adventures might be ahead for your soul?

Whimsical Palm Tree

Where does your imagination take you today?

If you'd like, come play beneath

my whimsical palm.

Then sit very still.
You might be able to feel

 the warmth of the ocean breeze!

Or ... where else would your soul like to play?

Playing With Color

Sometimes the simplicity of one color speaks to the soul.

What color is your soul today?

Autumn Impressions: What is a Soul Journal, Anyway?

 "Listen! the wind is rising,

and the air is wild with leaves.

We have had our summer evenings,

now for October eves!" ~Humbert Wolfe~

This great quote (thanks Jamie!) reminded me of
journal pages from a couple years ago.
Looking at the pages this morning I can see
echoes of my soul at the time.

I thought that describing the process of making those pages

might be a good way to give you a glimpse into a Soul Journal.

It started one afternoon while I was reading

a Smithsonian Magazine that my husband was finished with.

(Being last to read, I can play with the wonderful images!)

I remember noticing the dark colors in

Beautiful Rain, a painting by Renoir.

Carefully tearing out the picture I thought about

other paintings by Renoir with their bright colors,

children playing, and sunny gardens. Those were the

type of Impressionist paintings that usually appeal to me.

It really surprised me to be moved by these dark autumnal colors.

I pulled out a stash of paints, ink-pads and stamps,

and "stuff" torn from envelopes, magazines,
restaurant napkins, and the like.

(Some of my favorite things to use in my Soul Journal 

pages are bits and pieces of life around me.)

Randomly opening the book I was altering, I took

colored ink-pads and watercolors and began to rub, paint, and
daub on colors that reminded me of fall sunsets.

To create a casual messy softness I rip around images and

then rub a combination of neutral inks over the white edges.

I also crumpled up the red flowers

and brushed sepia over the wrinkles to add depth and interest.

I continued to play around, adding a dried stalk from

my sister's garden and postage stamps that brightened the pages.

Pausing to take a look, they all seemed to want a cozy interior space.

so, looking out the window at the fall leaves in olive green,

dark ochre yellow, and sepia brown, I smudged and layered

those colors until they created warm and safe edges.

(Can you hear echoes of my soul at that time?)

Dark purple and brown inks were used to stamp the

randomly selected clocks, fern, and butterflies

on top of the autumn-sunset colors.

(Again, can you see intuitive symbolism in the selected images?)

Looking back, the way those dark beautiful colors

in the magazine spoke to me now makes some sense.

Recovering from cancer treatments

and working through accompanying depression

it had become increasingly difficult to talk about my feelings.

I had searched around me and scrounged through the

cancer magazines scattered in oncology waiting rooms

but could find no evidence of others struggling with

such depression after treatments.

Everywhere I looked other cancer survivors were

full of sunshine, optimism, and hope.

They were ready to jump back into life,

eager to re-embrace every single day.

And so I had grown deeply ashamed of my depression

and tried to hide it even more than usual.

(I know, while many commented on how good I was doing,

I didn't hide much of anything from those of you

familiar with depression.)

As I flipped through the magazine that day

something about those dark colors resonated with my soul.

And while I noticed how powerful they were to me, I

didn't really try to understand. Instead, I simply

allowed them to be a springboard for

creative play and nonverbal expression.

Soul Journals can be helpful

when words are inadequate, unavailable.

And ... isn't it delightfully ironic how often we

return to words to explain those nonverbal expressions?

Click below or email me and let me know how you Soul-Journal or

how you'd like to begin.  Remember, I'm always glad to

answer questions if you're unsure how to begin.
I love all your comments and emails for those who prefer!

I'd Love to ... But ...

Learning to slow down is a life-long journey for me.

It's not so much learning how ...

if I've forgotten every tip I've ever learned

all I have to do is search the internet and there is

more info than I've ever wanted ...

and I still haven't even begun to slow down.

Usually it's a matter of

following one of my favorite ad slogans:

Just Do It.

Sit still.  Stand still.

Breathe.

Notice.  Breathe.

There.  Do you feel it?

For just a moment we slowed down.

Isn't it a bit different?

Enjoy .. then move on.