<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30888607</id><updated>2011-05-03T01:12:06.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee's SoulCollage Cards</title><subtitle type='html'>SoulCollage is a collage process for individuals and groups.  "Each card is a mirror of self and soul" says SoulCollage creator Seena B. Frost. All who enter here are welcome as long as they bring with them an open heart and open mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leessoulcollagecards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30888607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leessoulcollagecards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lee Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241213388952139760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30888607.post-115507573869406577</id><published>2006-08-08T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:22:18.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aging Woman As Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3305/1600/aging%20woman%20soul%20card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3305/320/aging%20woman%20soul%20card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM THE ONE WHO is looking back on  your childhood and youthful experiences - looking for the stories that need to be told.&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE ONE WHO is always amazed at how quickly the sands of time seem to slip through the hour glass of life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM THE ONE WHO whispers bits of stories in your ear as you dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM THE ONE WHO loves to pause and reflect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM THE ONE WHO lives to see your dream of being a writer come to life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME?&lt;br /&gt;I give you permission to stop often - to reflect, to dream, to write, and to tell your stories&lt;br /&gt;I give you saged advice to make the most of each fleeting moment for life is too short and uncertain to waste a single moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to do as your favorite saying instructs: "Dance as if no one were watching, Sing as if no one were listening, and Live every day as if it were your last."&lt;br /&gt;I want you to write those stories and share them with the ones who matter most.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to use the gifts that were planted as seeds in your childhood to grow gardens of your own unique artistry and writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL I REMEMBER?&lt;br /&gt;Every time you spend time with one of your grandchildren, you will be gifted with another memory of your own childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you sit down to write or create, your creative garden will offer you sensory delights to feed your soul - remembrances of scents of flowers, visions of childhood play, sounds of childhood laughter and the touch of a breeze that is as gentle as a mother's breath on her babe's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;You will know that I am here to guide you through the next phases of your life because the pull of the muse is undeniable -- and I am that muse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30888607-115507573869406577?l=leessoulcollagecards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leessoulcollagecards.blogspot.com/feeds/115507573869406577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30888607&amp;postID=115507573869406577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30888607/posts/default/115507573869406577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30888607/posts/default/115507573869406577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leessoulcollagecards.blogspot.com/2006/08/aging-woman-as-muse.html' title='Aging Woman As Muse'/><author><name>Lee Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241213388952139760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30888607.post-115248813115623645</id><published>2006-07-09T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:35:31.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiter/Watcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3305/1600/SoulCollage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3305/320/SoulCollage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Waiter/Watcher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Community Suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM THE ONE WHO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the one who waits and watches - day after day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the one who longs for dinners together...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the one who settles for moments instead of hours...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the one who hears the tic-tic-toc and tries to shut out the sound of time fleeting by ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the one who says nothing when dinners are missed and hours are lost....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the one who has tried everything and can do no more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give you the knowledge that if the relationship fails, you can look in the mirror and say that you have honestly done all that you can do - that you've tried your best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give you permission to remove the tape that prevents you from speaking up for yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to stop putting your needs on hold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to give yourself permission to do what makes you happy and fills your creative spirit with joy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want you to remember all of the hard work that you did in therapy to meet his demands for change in order to save your marriage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to know in your heart that it takes two people working and changing - not just one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to live your life and love it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30888607-115248813115623645?l=leessoulcollagecards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leessoulcollagecards.blogspot.com/feeds/115248813115623645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30888607&amp;postID=115248813115623645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30888607/posts/default/115248813115623645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30888607/posts/default/115248813115623645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leessoulcollagecards.blogspot.com/2006/07/waiterwatcher.html' title='The Waiter/Watcher'/><author><name>Lee Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241213388952139760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30888607.post-115248763722159632</id><published>2006-07-09T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:27:17.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>110%</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3305/1600/110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/3305/320/110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;110%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Community Suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM THE ONE WHO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am the one who has given 110% at every job for more than 30 years&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who allows others to drain every ounce of my being from me&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who keep pushing ahead even though I'd rather abandon work for creative play.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who is exhausted from trying to be all for all; never stopping to nurture self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I give you all the hard lessons you have learned many times over: I hand them to you and give you permission to say "This time it's ENOUGH! I have done all I can do"&lt;br /&gt;I give you the reassurance that all of those 110%'s did help others.&lt;br /&gt;But I also give you a mandate to stop giving 110%. It's time to let yourself step back and find some down time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I want you to work toward finding balance between the need to work for practical reasons and the passion to turn your 110% efforts to your creative interests&lt;br /&gt;I want you to allow yourself the luxury of an occasional "mental health day" from work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WILL I REMEMBER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Every time you begin to feel overwhelmed by the work environment, you will think of me being squeezed by bosses and clients like someone stuck between two elevator doors and you will back up to take yourself from the pressure line.&lt;br /&gt;Each morning as you push the office door open, you will close your eyes, breathe deeply and transport yourself to an autumn day in the mountains. You will remind yourself that these mountains and hues of reds and golds will soon be your reality not just your dream. From this, you will draw the strength you need to get through the day ahead of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30888607-115248763722159632?l=leessoulcollagecards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leessoulcollagecards.blogspot.com/feeds/115248763722159632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30888607&amp;postID=115248763722159632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30888607/posts/default/115248763722159632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30888607/posts/default/115248763722159632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leessoulcollagecards.blogspot.com/2006/07/110.html' title='110%'/><author><name>Lee Ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241213388952139760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
