SoulCollage Inspiration

By Anne Marie Bennett

Remembering Seena Frost

Seena Frost, Creator of SoulCollage®
Seena Frost, Creator of SoulCollage®

Seena Frost was our beloved founder of and birth mother to the process that we call SoulCollage®.  On January 14, I read these words online, posted by Seena’s daughter:

Dear Seena, my mother and friend, merged peacefully into oneness with Spirit late last night at home with her family gathered around her.

The day before, we’d learned that Seena had been recently diagnosed with ALS and had gone into hospice care. So it was both a shock and a blessing to know that she had transitioned so easily and quickly. She was 83 years old.

I was fortunate to have met and worked with Seena several times since attending the Facilitator Training with her in 2005. She was a humble woman. Even with all her education and experience, she was continually amazed and surprised (and thoroughly delighted) when she heard about the many amazing things that Facilitators were doing with SoulCollage® around the world.

She was also one of the most grounded people I’ve ever met. During our Facilitator Training, we spent a solid hour going around the circle and telling the group what our next steps were for our SoulCollage® work in the world. At lunch afterwards, I was sitting at Seena’s table and I said, “So, Seena . . . what’s next for you?” I was totally expecting her to say something about how many more Trainings she’d like to do, or name a couple of national associations she’d like to share SoulCollage® with. But her response was, “Oh, I’m going to go home tomorrow and do some more gardening.” Ah. First things first. Of course.

Another favorite memory I have of Seena is at one of our Facilitator Conferences where she dressed up as Miss Ann Thrope (misanthrope) and entertained us all with breathtaking laughter. She had a lovely sense of humor and was always encouraging us to take ourselves less seriously.

When I joined Seena in Maryland in 2007 and 2008 to assist her with the East Coast Facilitator Trainings, she met with me and Roberta, my sister Trainer-in-Training, the day afterwards to go over our insights and questions. I distinctly remember that she started each of those meetings by inviting each of us to draw one card randomly from our decks and to listen to what each Neter had to say about the Training experience we’d just been through. She taught me to stay grounded in my cards, and to allow their wisdom to permeate all aspects of my life.

In September of last year I emailed her to ask her if she would be able to read my book of SoulCollage® essays, Through the Eyes of SoulCollage®, and if she felt up to it, to give me a quote for the back cover. Even though she hadn’t been feeling well for months and her publisher had told me I might not get a response, she replied to me immediately and asked for a printed copy of the manuscript. In less than two weeks she had read most of the book and what she said about it was a loving endorsement. I feel so grateful to her for this, for taking the time and energy to endorse my book, even though she was ill.

In looking back, however, I think that the greatest gift Seena gave me (besides permission to make my cards my way) was the gift of community. Throughout my LBS (Life Before SoulCollage®) I had been an intricate part of a couple of different communities (one church and several 12-Step groups) but those communities had been anchored in physical real-time. Our SoulCollage® community is much broader and wider, encompassing many people we’ve never met and will never meet.

Kindred Spirit Barbara posted a lovely blog the other day, Crying for a Woman I’ve Never Met. Barbara was wondering how she could possibly feel such deep grief for someone she’d never encountered in physical real-time. Perhaps some of you can relate to this. But I ask you: Did you grieve when John Lennon died? John F. Kennedy? David Bowie? Debbie Ford?

I know I felt deep sadness of a heartwrenching kind when I heard the terrible news about Corey Monteith, who played Finn on Glee. When John Denver died in a tragic plane crash, I went into the bathroom at my workplace and sat on the floor, weeping, for 15 minutes. I had never met Corey or John, but my heart felt connected to them because of the precious gifts that they had given the world.

Seena renewed for us the story about Indra’s Net, and how we are all connected through this infinite net that covers the whole planet. And not only are we connected, but we each reflect each other’s light a thousand fold. So think about this for a moment. If this is true, and I believe it is, then we each go forward now, reflecting Seena’s light into the world at large. She has given us such a gift of wholeness, clarity, creativity, and deep trust in ourselves. Let us share that gift with as many as we can, for as long as we can. And Seena will live on in each of us.

Visit this page for a short yet inspiring video/slide show tribute to Seena’s life featuring many of her own cards.

Surrounded by Community

scbc2011-2 communityHave I ever shared with y’all how deeply grateful I am to be a part of this SoulCollage community?  If not, I am sharing it now!  Here is a card I made in 2011 when I faced cancer for the second time.  It expressed for me then how held and supported and loved I felt by this particular community around the world.

Who are you?

I still draw it from time to time in my every-other-daily readings.  Here is what this Neter said to me recently:

I am the one who is part of a community. I am the one who is held and loved by an unseen Community of Bright Ones and Angels, as well as an earthly community of spiritual seekers around the world. 

I am the one who is a valuable piece of this community.

Anointed and Anointing

scunknown051502Here’s another card I made that made no clear sense to me until I journaled with it.

In this case, I found it helpful for each energy to speak to me separately, so here is what each said to me.

LEFT IMAGE:

I am the one who is being anointed. I am the one who is receiving the anointing. I am the one who is behind the net. I am the one whose eyes are closed.

RIGHT IMAGE:

I am the one who is under the orange parasol. I am the one who is intently looking at this flower in my hand. I am the one who holds the flower carefully because I know it is fragile. I am the one who is that young girl on the left, but now I am all grown up. I am the one who was anointed a long time ago. I am the one who now does the anointing with my hand.  I am the one who uses my hands carefully, tenderly, reverently. I am the one who believes in the power of hand mudras.

I give you the wisdom of the hand mudras. I give you anointing for your head, and your body, and your spirit when you are weary. I give you blessing.

I want you to remember always that YOU are anointed and blessed, in many ways. I want you to know that your hands are powerful instruments of peace and blessing. I want you to allow yourself to continually be anointed.  Be still and receive what you are continually being given.

Grieving

scmaggie I made this card several years ago, with somewhat of an idea that it was about depression.  Soon after I made it, our dear cat Scooter died, and I went into a time of deep sadness.

In the midst of my grieving, I suddenly remembered this card that I had made.  When I pulled it out of my deck and looked at it again, I was filled with the most amazing sense of surprise and peace… because of the butterfly on that silly swing which I thought looked really cool there.

Who are you? I am the one who lies down in grief, who is tired from the sadness, who doesn’t want to ever get up again.  I am the one who looks into the future and sees nothing of interest.  I am the one whose empty arms clutch at substitutes for what I have lost.  I am the one whose grief and sadness wash over me like ocean waves.  I am the one who faces away from the sunrise, although I know it is there.  I am the one who is transformed through my grief, even though I resist it, even though I don’t want transformation, only sleep.

What do you want from me? I want you to let me have my sadness.  I want you to remember what I have lost.  I want you to not let me forget that there will always be a new sunrise, that my sorrow has a place and a meaning.

What do you have to give me? I give you permission to grieve.  I give you space and time to grieve.  I give you hope in the time of your grief.

 

P.S. Several months later, after embracing the fact that I grieve so deeply because I love so deeply, I added the image of the little boy with the heart.

Hermit

Schermit_1 When I first made this card, I had no idea what she represented. I only knew that every placement of every item felt absolutely “right” to me.  It only became clear to me who she is after doing the interpretation that follows:

Who are you? I am the wild feathered one who dances in the forest alone.   I am the one who is at home in the woods.  The trees are my friends.  I am the one determined to remain alone in these woods, in my home in the trees.  I find light and mystery and surprise in my alone-ness.  I find my strength and passion in solitude.  Behind the doors of my soul is where all of the answers lie, and these doors are accessed through solitude only.  My freedom comes from being alone.  I am free here in the wilderness of my Self, to dance and sing and be exactly who I am, to discover who I am, to revel in the beautiful mystery of my Soul’s expression.

What do you have to give me? I give you a deep yearning for solitude.  I give you a wild imagination for soul-searching.  I give you freedom.

What do you want from me? I want you to never be ashamed of your need for solitude.  It is more than a passing need, it is an integral part of who you are.