Meri's Musings

Have you ever made Soul Collage cards? I've been creating them like crazy lately, getting ready for a Soul Collage facilitator training later this month. Somewhere, in a box someplace, probably in the storage unit that houses all my painting paraphernalia, I have a stack of Soul Collage cards  that I've made over the years. But since I can't lay my hands on those, I've made about 50 cards since I signed up for the training. I'm using my digital collages as the foundation.  Makes it much easier to crank  out highly symbolic images without leaving a pile of paper trash and cannibalized magazines. But hey, if you have a treasure trove of wonderful images somewhere in your stash of goodies, can you send some my way? Thanks. 

Can you dream too much? Well, maybe, if you dream about creating things  or making your life or others' lives  more efficient or meaningful, yet you do nothing to manifest the potential that you envisioned. In other words, dreaming isn't the problem. Dreaming, whether waking or sleeping, unlocks mysterious forces  pinging around in your mind and shows you possibilities,  gives you surprising answers  to questions you've mulled in waking hours. The problem lies in  being given a gift from the Universe  and then letting it lie fallow. Getting that kind of gift has more than a little hint of MAGIC.

nestled together row upon row of soft tulle bright ballerinas Haiku My Heart

I'm going to have to go back and look to see what happened to Art Journal Page # 44. Somehow, it went missing. Given my aversion to 45, you'd think I would have skipped that number. Go figure.

It seems like a miracle to have a relatively tidy in-box and a bouquet of cheerful tulips waiting to greet me when I finish feeding the beasties and creep in to peruse my virtual inbox. I love it when that happens.

I love the idea of things just fitting together perfectly, one inside the other, with just a bit of deft placement. The way that edges catch the light and seem to shine, all on their own. I want that careful ease. I want to shine and glisten and let out my inner light. You never know when your light may shine someone home.

red pink magenta competing for attention which is prettiest Haiku My Heart

Not long ago, I called an old friend on the spur of the moment and made arrangements to meet for a field trip. Even with the vagaries of Seattle-area traffic I was only three minutes later than I'd promised, but it took another five to find each other in a commuter lot. We made it to our destination just fine, despite a multitude of tourists on a sunny day, and had a nice meander and lots of time to talk. Our lunch plans, however, went into flux when we discovered a mile-long backup to get to the little town where we'd thought go to grab a bite, so my friend suggested a town several miles away. There was no waiting at all at her secret little place and this was our view.

Sometimes the artful mind chooses its own symbolism and doesn't rely on words.

I like to start my day with a mug full of chai in a cup that reminds me of something important.