Category Archives: Digital Collage

No Rain

Earth and fire and (no) rain (yet)…the fires show up (for me) as a gray haze lingering over the mountain vistas outside my windows. Our smoke here mostly comes from three smaller lightening-caused fires burning in steeper, high mountain areas in the next sierra valley south of here. The bigger fires in the news are way north and south of us. Paradise (a northern sierra foothill town) has been demolished (perhaps by sparks from the electrical power company’s dysfunctional transformer in the wind). An entire town wiped out (for now).

We all are on the verge of paradises lost and waiting to be regained.
We wear the earth, while it lasts.

“Earth Wear” digital collage © Elsah Cort
Part of the series “Nine Patch”—
nine collages that I called dress quilts


The Mystery of Reincarnation

A message today in my weekly email from Rob Brezsny:

“One of my heroes, radical historian Howard Zinn, said that pessimism tends to become a self-fulfilling prophecy. If we relentlessly imagine the worst possible outcomes, if we concentrate on all the things that are falling apart and going wrong, it cripples our capacity to make constructive changes. “To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic,” he wrote. “It gives us the energy to act. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places–and there are so many–where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction. And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory.”

[“The Mystery of Reincarnation” digital collage © Elsah Cort]


Heart seeing…

The sun comes over the mountains to remind me of the now…up for 4 hours (my body wakes up without consulting me these days), already doing laundry and tidying here and there. Feeling uneasy about a leader telling people not to accept what they see and hear and then, I realize the (unintended) truth in this statement.

We tell ourselves stories about ourselves and each other that speak with the altered ego’s voice. The mirror of falsity widens, shocks, alarms—and, waits for our eyes to clear.

Look hard with the eyes of your heart and soul.

[an earlier untitled digital collage from 2010, © Elsah Cort]