tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83811194072331554392024-03-19T01:17:20.520-07:00Soul Card WisdomTao Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08779919972181472025noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8381119407233155439.post-69402483817377458932009-11-22T17:07:00.000-08:002009-11-22T17:09:57.158-08:00Dys-Integration (#14)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This is a silent Witness card that has no words for the "<em>I am the one who...</em>". This card witnesses my inner knowing that I am not, nor was I meant to be, a mother. In this card I am the leopard, afraid of the needs of the baby birds, knowing that we are not a match. It is painful - because I want to provide for them, not consume them. However, it is what it is.</span>Tao Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08779919972181472025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8381119407233155439.post-23414491602381381792009-11-22T10:51:00.001-08:002009-11-22T11:24:23.718-08:00Laura Apis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This is the first 'Community' card I made. Laura is a friend who was a chaplain with me at a hospital in my town. She had just been ordained at the First Baptist Church of Oakland - and the pictures came from the celebration at her home that night.</span><br />
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</div>Tao Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08779919972181472025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8381119407233155439.post-62892310317681333582009-11-22T10:50:00.001-08:002009-11-22T11:25:03.370-08:00Heart and Soul (Ter)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9y3mg0tfQeX2fpncYeTXrUiCWIjPm97vnq-yUpclsuxRB6AQjd8MjQAJ3OXPkCcqYpihMjOpcZjO8Ic9-_arQgujJU1gMuNSsApKYCjOhLrEVzqizYQ8z6_Vu9zyt63eUObw45_C3GA/s1600/TerryTime_lg_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9y3mg0tfQeX2fpncYeTXrUiCWIjPm97vnq-yUpclsuxRB6AQjd8MjQAJ3OXPkCcqYpihMjOpcZjO8Ic9-_arQgujJU1gMuNSsApKYCjOhLrEVzqizYQ8z6_Vu9zyt63eUObw45_C3GA/s400/TerryTime_lg_blog.jpg" yr="true" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This card is of my husband. The first time I saw him was in a picture at the dorm (left) when I was moving in as a college freshman. It was love at first sight for me - and we started dating about 4 weeks after we met. The image on the right is about 30 years later. The leaves in the background mark the passage of time, and the desert sand represents how he grounds me.</span><br />
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</div>Tao Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08779919972181472025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8381119407233155439.post-11995172226540009952009-11-22T10:34:00.000-08:002009-11-22T10:34:01.795-08:00Me & My Shadow (#9)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6D4fE7ljEwFPKbVBBojWZzP5KzxD4aeq-MuG62rppabbSnLEH1oia38ymCE1ImvhU0ZE8RzN-kuFxKQaLed7mBK55SgJgbkEShDjnB0aUzQSIVijfufZ0p02xymgOv1RJiON2JvpSL8/s1600/Me+and+My+Shadow_lg_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6D4fE7ljEwFPKbVBBojWZzP5KzxD4aeq-MuG62rppabbSnLEH1oia38ymCE1ImvhU0ZE8RzN-kuFxKQaLed7mBK55SgJgbkEShDjnB0aUzQSIVijfufZ0p02xymgOv1RJiON2JvpSL8/s400/Me+and+My+Shadow_lg_blog.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
</div>Tao Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08779919972181472025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8381119407233155439.post-80152284208755335242009-11-22T10:30:00.000-08:002009-11-22T10:30:03.250-08:00Dream Team (#8)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3KpGxunEla7X1j0fIEB4TjgF1k-WGyX1dKfagI22SQgZ4SkIdY9nOzFSI6Ub0Pdo8pF4sUS6ZGhz76lUeqfLuNELNonc6JiOIS90RNCXNtD3-5YuTfzNxABM45D0BKpshyphenhyphenD9ICDj4m0/s1600/DreamTeam024+(Large).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3KpGxunEla7X1j0fIEB4TjgF1k-WGyX1dKfagI22SQgZ4SkIdY9nOzFSI6Ub0Pdo8pF4sUS6ZGhz76lUeqfLuNELNonc6JiOIS90RNCXNtD3-5YuTfzNxABM45D0BKpshyphenhyphenD9ICDj4m0/s400/DreamTeam024+(Large).jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
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</div>Tao Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08779919972181472025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8381119407233155439.post-22106068131911714492009-11-22T10:21:00.001-08:002009-11-22T12:01:50.975-08:00Daddy (#5)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYagVY65SZXQv8LnrDHsI12wFB5VcFNuNg6PUGtgGUF6e5vESWRm_rJRakSmP5tOStHRbGkbsYaUY96pb5txD61WvI2_vVzULYVs_Cu0sNzYlgUTB3Hx1Uw2_tD18IkED8aW8bRampmms/s1600/Daddy_lg_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYagVY65SZXQv8LnrDHsI12wFB5VcFNuNg6PUGtgGUF6e5vESWRm_rJRakSmP5tOStHRbGkbsYaUY96pb5txD61WvI2_vVzULYVs_Cu0sNzYlgUTB3Hx1Uw2_tD18IkED8aW8bRampmms/s400/Daddy_lg_blog.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
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</div>Tao Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08779919972181472025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8381119407233155439.post-54718814367685563072009-11-22T10:20:00.000-08:002009-11-22T11:56:10.625-08:00Love Story (#4)<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wlOSJaX8W9T6N49OttjtFJm-vfZCbnoNL3-U-qAMJXb9qGFqXUfWghrqUC7m13Uypa9eWYOebD95nWDaTGzEBYBEppi8UTWGHObEEd7Ewp-TYLuMSKb6E15w2aHSfgT4TeteZ-L0INg/s1600/LoveStory_lg_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wlOSJaX8W9T6N49OttjtFJm-vfZCbnoNL3-U-qAMJXb9qGFqXUfWghrqUC7m13Uypa9eWYOebD95nWDaTGzEBYBEppi8UTWGHObEEd7Ewp-TYLuMSKb6E15w2aHSfgT4TeteZ-L0INg/s400/LoveStory_lg_blog.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
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<em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. ~ Margery Williams, "The Velveteen Rabbit"</span></em><br />
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</div>Tao Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08779919972181472025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8381119407233155439.post-22229761746992151382009-11-22T09:00:00.000-08:002009-11-23T14:50:47.099-08:00Great Heart (#3)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I am the one who... perseveres through the winter, knowing that spring will come again.</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Core meaning: perseverance, hope</span></em></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">This card came out of my days in hospital chaplaincy training. I used the lion picture as my totem for working on the floors - a way of calling on the power of the lion spirit to give me 'gravitas' as a fledgling chaplain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">This card was originally titled "Warrior Heart" and I dedicated it to my mother's perseverance in the face of overwhelming odds - both in her past and present life. When I took the card as my own, I renamed it "Great Heart", after a song by Johnny Clegg, since it is more about the persevering great spirit than the warrior going into battle.</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Courage does not always roar. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Sometimes it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying "I will try again tomorrow." ~ Anonymous</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You don't give up. ~ Anne Lamott</span></em><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>The world is full of strange behaviour</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Every man has to be his own saviour</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I know I can make it on my own if I try</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>But I'm searching for a Great Heart to stand me by</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Underneath the African sky</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>A Great Heart to stand me by</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>To hold and keep me by</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Under African skies</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Sometimes I feel that you really know me</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Sometimes there's so much you can show me</span></em><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>There's a highway of stars across the heavens</em></span> <br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>There's a whispering song of the wind in the grass</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>There's the rolling thunder across the savanna</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>And your life is a story like the wind</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Your life is a story like the wind</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Under African skies</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart</em></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>I see the fire in your eyes</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: purple;">I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart</span></em></span><br />
<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">That beats my name inside</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Sometimes I feel that you really know me</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Sometimes there's so much you can show me</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Guk a 'mzimba (body grow old)</span></em><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Sala 'nhliziyo (but heart remain behind)</em></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #45818e;">Montage of Lion pictures - recommended</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #45818e;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b7gSIkGjM7g">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b7gSIkGjM7g</a></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #45818e;">Johnny Clegg performance - see the man behind the song</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><em></em></span>Tao Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08779919972181472025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8381119407233155439.post-70106850308303662942009-11-22T08:21:00.000-08:002009-11-22T13:52:59.758-08:00In the Bones (#2)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vhua-LJ09mHPDrZseF_YZJKoHN2ogSxo7xY0589PB8AT3P5q4WBR-496e6TTwCMlnPpBfI4TgLv4jIpXGz7ut6PVf9ByfRzdS3vetb0g41lOHgc2Yowu4TklixWHdWIQaHgJohW0E-s/s1600/In+the+Bones_lg_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vhua-LJ09mHPDrZseF_YZJKoHN2ogSxo7xY0589PB8AT3P5q4WBR-496e6TTwCMlnPpBfI4TgLv4jIpXGz7ut6PVf9ByfRzdS3vetb0g41lOHgc2Yowu4TklixWHdWIQaHgJohW0E-s/s400/In+the+Bones_lg_full.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Core meaning 1: Outdated survivor skills</span></em></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">This card was originally done (2005) with my mother in mind. At the time I was processing how the survival skills that helped her grow up and stay alive and sane as a child were getting in the way of her life and sanity today. The skills (dinosaur) were now petrified - no longer alive or able to be of service - old and outdated. Yet they were such a huge presence in her life (scale of child to dinosaur) and she was not aware of them (behind her). However, anyone looking at her could see them. She's doing her best (dressed nicely and clearly pondering and inquisitive) but does not see the baggage behind her or how it threatens her serenity in her present day life. That was the original intent in this card.</span><br />
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<em><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am the one who... sees conflict as an overwhelming and frightening threat. I forget that the threat is not real, that it cannot harm me, and that it is my imagination that gives it its power.</span></strong></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In 2009 this card took on a new and more appropriate meaning, because it is focused on me instead of someone else. I realized that this card described what my supervisor told me one day about how, in interactions with others re conflict, I see myself as a bunny rabbit and every conflict as if I was fighting a dragon - and how my internal imagery would explain why I work so hard to avoid conflict. With that new understanding, the dinosaur took on the role of the scary dragon of conflict, and the little girl my inner bunny rabbit. The fact that the dinosaur was long dead and petrified helped me see that my fear of conflict is not based on what is real, but rather on a false internal construct.</span><br />
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</div>Tao Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08779919972181472025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8381119407233155439.post-5741874382561398052009-11-22T07:31:00.000-08:002009-11-22T08:03:01.575-08:00Why am I here?<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This blog was called into existence as a way for me to share some of my SoulCollage cards with others who are interested in doing cards of their own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">No animals were harmed or mistreated in the creation of this blog.</span></span>Tao Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08779919972181472025noreply@blogger.com0