Art Mystic Wellness

11/14/2025

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11/14/2025

Your Weekly Roundup

Finding Power in Presence: When Creativity Becomes Devotion

Last week reminded me that creativity is not a luxury—it is a sacred lifeline. I began with a sense of restlessness after skipping a day of writing. That single act of avoidance left a hollow space, and when I finally returned to the page, I could feel life flowing back into me. It was a powerful reminder that showing up, no matter how weary or uncertain, restores not only clarity but faith.

Throughout the week, I found myself moving between deep fulfillment and deep exhaustion. My work, art, and writing are expanding rapidly, each carrying whispers of divine direction. Conversations with trusted friends affirmed what I already knew in my heart—this work is not about money or recognition. It is about service. My purpose is to share what Spirit gives me and to trust that the path ahead will reveal itself in divine timing.

Still, moments of pain and frustration arose. Physical fatigue pressed hard, and emotional strain surfaced through relationships that sometimes don’t feel aligned. The temptation to close off or harden my heart was strong. Yet every time I turned toward Spirit - whether through writing, ceremony, or quiet reflection - I felt renewal. The full moon gathering this week was one of those moments of grace. As we shared marigold petals and prayers by the sacred fire, I could feel the Universe responding, reminding me that love and faith are not passive - they are forces of creation.

Later, during meditation and card reading, three archetypes appeared to me: Beaver, Rabbit, and Butterfly - symbols of emotional mastery, abundance, and transformation. Their messages arrived like poetry: nurture your creative flow, act on what you have built, and trust in the sacred metamorphosis unfolding. These teachings resonated through every challenge and triumph of the week. They reminded me that my healing, my art, and my purpose are all parts of one living tapestry.

Through the week’s exhaustion and beauty, I witnessed myself becoming. Not striving, not forcing, but allowing. I am learning that devotion is not only found in prayer or ceremony - it lives in the act of showing up for my own life. Every moment I write, paint, breathe deeply, or choose calm over chaos, I embody my divine self a little more fully.

In Closing

My invitation to you this week is to reflect on what showing up means for you. Where in your life does presence feel like devotion? What small act could reconnect you to your sacred rhythm today?

With love and faith,
Jules
Art Mystic Wellness

Journal Prompts:
1. Where in your life do you feel most connected to your creative or spiritual flow?
2. What does it mean to you to “show up” even when you feel tired or uncertain?
3. How can you transform one area of struggle into an act of devotion this week?

Affirmation:
“I am a vessel of divine creativity. Each time I show up, I align more fully with Spirit’s purpose for me.”

Simple Embodiment - Breath of Devotion
Find a quiet space where you can sit or stand comfortably. Take a few slow breaths, feeling the weight of your body supported by the ground beneath you.
Inhale deeply through your nose for four counts, imagining yourself drawing in divine light and creative energy. Hold for two counts. Exhale slowly through your mouth for six counts, releasing any tension or doubt that keeps you from showing up fully. Continue this way until you feel settled.
Place one hand over your heart and whisper softly: “I am here. I am willing. I am devoted.”
As you breathe, notice the sensations in your body—the rise and fall of your chest, the gentle warmth in your hands. Let your breath become your rhythm of devotion, a steady act of presence.
If it feels right, let your hands move in small circles over your heart or lift slowly toward the sky, offering gratitude for your creative life force. Stay here for 3–5 minutes, allowing breath and awareness to merge.
When you finish, bow your head slightly in acknowledgment of your effort. Remember: devotion is not perfection—it’s the simple, sacred act of showing up.

Photo:
I am blessed with several fantastic local beaches to stroll on, allowing me to spontaneously “take a wrong turn” and end up at one when I’m out and about. Julia Cameron calls them “Artist Dates”, I call it good sense.
Seahurst Beach; Burien, WA

11/04/2025

Weekly Roundup

When the Light Fades, Let the Darkness Teach You

Dear Reader,

Last week reminded me that even when the light fades, the Great Creator is never gone. My affirmation had been simple—I have a perpetual attitude of gratitude—yet gratitude can feel far away when sorrow strikes. I was tested deeply, brought to my knees by loss and uncertainty, and still, through that darkness, something sacred unfolded.

When my ancient plum tree fell in the storm, I wept as though losing an elder. Esmeralda had stood watch over my garden for years, her blossoms and fruit marking the seasons like a quiet metronome of grace. Her fall cracked open my heart. I’d reached my breaking point after a month of continuous blows. I felt emptied, unmoored. All I could do was whisper a prayer, over and over—“Please, Great Spirit, help me”—and trust I would be heard.

Yet even in that ache, the universe sent small messengers of comfort. A squirrel perched on my arm, near my heart, reminding me that tenderness still existed. Sunday evening, I accepted an invitation from a friend I almost declined—to sing with a crowd of strangers at Choir! Choir! Choir!. Singing is not my strong suit, though I do enjoy belting out tunes in the car and shower. I arrived silent and brittle, but as the Neptune theater full of voices rose in harmony, something shifted. When we danced and sang Bohemian Rhapsody together at the end of the show, on stage, I felt the sound tear through my grief. “I don’t want to die,…” I cried out—not in despair, but in release. It was as if Spirit sang through me, transforming sorrow into aliveness. Thanks Freddy, you’re a legend.

In the days that followed, I kept showing up. I walked through the forest, fed crows peanuts, and felt their black wings stir the air around me like a living vortex of energy. Later, I learned their medicine: creation, transformation, the magic of unseen realms. Their message was clear—the creative force is calling. My tears were not only for loss, but for all the art still waiting to be born.

Through every trial, I began to notice that I no longer resisted the darkness. I let it move through me. In that stillness, something divine awakened. The emptiness became fertile ground, and from it, a stronger light emerged—one that no longer feared the night.

By the end of the week, peace had returned, soft and steady. My work flowed again. I created, cooked, connected. Even setbacks turned into teachers. When my art display fell through before a big show, I improvised. Everything still came together beautifully. The real success wasn’t in the profit, but in the realization that I am sustained not by outcomes, but by alignment.

In Closing

This is what last week taught me: When we surrender to life’s storms, we become the soil for new growth. When we show up through grief, we find grace. Creation is the medicine.

With gratitude and light,
Jules
Art Mystic Wellness

Journal Prompts

1. When has darkness been a teacher in your life, revealing strength you didn’t know you had?
2. How can you show up for yourself creatively, even when your spirit feels heavy?
3. What old roots might you release to make space for new growth?

Affirmation
I trust the rhythm of creation. Even in darkness, I am being renewed.

Simple Practice
Take a slow walk in nature. As you breathe, notice the balance between decay and new life—the fallen leaves, the sprouting moss. Let this remind you that endings and beginnings are one continuous breath of the Great Creator.

Photo: Finding Hagstones on the beach is one of my favorite things! I found two that day.

Lincoln Park; Seattle, WA

10/28/2025

Your Weekly Roundup
Choosing Presence in the Storm: Finding Grace in What Remains

This week reminded me that growth often arrives quietly, wrapped in fatigue, longing, and the steady rhythm of doing what must be done. I began the week weary, yet determined to create. A deep truth surfaced early: it is far more painful to block the creative flow than to express it. That realization became a thread through the days that followed—each choice to show up, each act of creation, was an empowering declaration of faith.

The days unfolded with both tenderness and testing. Working alongside my Momma to organize my Weekly Roundups into book form became more than a project; it was ceremony. Each theme—courage, faith, love—became a mirror for the journey itself. I could have chosen to let AI index it quickly, yet something in me knew that slow, mindful collaboration was the truer path. It reminded me that sacred work is not measured in speed, but in presence.

There were moments that tested my equilibrium, especially in relationships that have long carried patterns of imbalance. This time, rather than slipping into old roles of appeasement or argument, I stood firm in my peace. Remaining grounded in truth instead of reaction brought clarity. I could finally see how often I have hoped for change outside myself when Spirit was inviting me to claim change within. It became a turning point—a recognition that my purpose is not to fix or mother anyone, but to honor my divine creative path and live from that truth.

Through ceremony and reflection, I felt a shift in identity take root. The energy of the Crone—wise, sovereign, compassionate—rose within me as an anchor. This stage of life feels like home, where self-trust and spiritual authority flow without apology. The more I embody that, the more grace enters even the most difficult exchanges.

The week carried moments of light, too—creative sparks, laughter, unexpected affirmation. An invitation from a publisher arrived as if by divine design, validating my path as a writer and messenger. In contrast, unexpected hardships appeared as well: car troubles, financial tightness, health concerns for others. Yet through it all, I noticed something remarkable—peace no longer leaves me when difficulty arrives. I no longer confuse chaos with crisis. Even in uncertainty, I trust the unfolding.

There were tears, of course—grief for what is fading, for those preparing to leave this world, for the tenderness of love that cannot always heal what it touches. Yet those tears felt purifying, washing away what no longer serves. Through loss, I saw beauty. Through exhaustion, I found faith. Through stillness, I felt the pulse of life guiding me forward. With every beat of my heart I am reminded that life is a gift, allowing the pain to become exquisite.

In Closing

By week’s end, I realized that presence is my greatest act of devotion. Whether creating art, tending home, or navigating relationship storms, the call remains the same: stay awake, stay kind, stay true. Growth does not require perfection—only willingness. As I surrender control and release what has completed its purpose, I make space for grace to move through me. In this space, Spirit breathes new life into old wounds and transforms them into wisdom.

With love and faith,
Jules
Art Mystic Wellness

Journal Prompts:
1. Where in my life am I holding on to something that has already served its purpose?
2. How do I recognize the difference between chaos and true crisis?
3. What creative or spiritual practice brings me back into presence when life feels heavy?

Affirmation:
I release what no longer serves and allow divine grace to flow through every moment of my becoming.

Simple Grounding Meditation:
Find a comfortable seat and rest your hands over your heart. Breathe deeply, in through your nose and out through your mouth. With each exhale, imagine releasing what feels heavy. With each inhale, draw in the golden light of presence. Continue for three minutes, noticing how your body softens and your spirit steadies. When ready, whisper quietly, “I am here.”

Photo: Fall in Lincoln Park.
Seattle, WA

10/22/2025

Weekly Roundup

Time, Grace, and the Art of Moving in Sacred Rhythm

Last week revealed the mystery of time as both teacher and mirror. What IS time? It’s just such a weird thing. I began in prayer, asking for guidance, courage, and humility—feeling the new cycle’s quiet hum of alignment. My reflections led me to a truth both simple and profound: time is not a rigid structure, but a living current shaped by our awareness. When I rush, it slips away. When I breathe, it expands. I hear my mother’s voice saying, “slow and steady wins the race”. I get my wisdom from my Momma, along with my cute.

As the week unfolded, I saw how this rhythm weaves through everything. Errands, chores, and small exchanges became sacred when met with presence. Each act of care—refilling bird feeders, tending to the garden, preparing herbal infusions—was both creation and prayer. Even the strain in my body carried a lesson: productivity rooted in presence sustains far more than force ever could.

Moments of connection deepened the theme. Friends, laughter, and community reminded me that joy is ceremony, too. I was touched by the realization that we are always both students and teachers in one another’s lives. Whether offering compassion in conflict or simply listening, love continues to be the purest expression of wisdom.

Through it all, Spirit sent signs—numbers repeating, meaningful encounters with strangers, and perfect timing that dissolved obstacles I thought immovable. Finances, projects, and relationships found harmony when I released the need to control their outcome. Divine timing revealed itself not as coincidence, but as co-creation.

Creativity also returned in fresh waves. Beading, writing, and reimagining my sacred spaces reminded me that making art is a form of prayer. Clearing clutter felt like clearing old energy, preparing for what’s next. Even moments of tension at home became invitations to communicate with love rather than resentment. Each time I shifted from reaction to intention, peace returned.

In Closing

By week’s end, I felt a sense of integration—Spirit in the ordinary, art in the mundane, time moving at the pace of grace. It became clear that alignment isn’t found in striving; it’s cultivated through presence. Every breath, every act of awareness, shapes the way time moves through us. When we honor that, life becomes a rhythm rather than a race.

With love and gratitude,
Jules
Art Mystic Wellness

Journal Prompts:

1. How does my perception of time change when I move with intention rather than urgency?

2. Where in my life can I bring more presence to create peace and flow?

3. What small daily rituals remind me that productivity can also be sacred?

Affirmation:
I move in harmony with divine timing, trusting each moment to unfold with purpose and grace.

Simple Meditation Practice:
Find a quiet space and sit comfortably. Take five slow breaths, counting to four on the inhale and six on the exhale. With each breath, feel time slow and expand around you. Imagine yourself flowing in rhythm with the heartbeat of the Earth—steady, patient, eternal. Let this awareness anchor you in the present before continuing your day.

Photo: (Taken by my loving husband) This is the view of Mt. Rainier from the front terrace at our house in West Seattle. It’s a treat to have an unobstructed view of this majestic beauty!

Seattle, WA

10/14/2025

WEEKLY ROUNDUP

The Owl’s Lesson: Moving Gently Through the Tight Spaces

Last week carried the light of reflection and renewal. The full moon called me into ceremony, reminding me that dreams are born of divine inspiration, and that Spirit’s timing is perfect—even when the path feels uncertain. Though my days were filled with beauty, an undercurrent of emotional heaviness asked for attention. It wasn’t regression, but a gentle nudge to clear what no longer belonged.

An unexpected challenge tested my patience early in the week—a moment when I could have spoken in frustration, but instead chose silence and prayer. In that quiet, I felt the grace of spiritual maturity: trusting that peace often does more healing than words. That choice became its own kind of answered prayer.

As the days unfolded, messages from Spirit grew louder. An affirmation card reappeared for the third time: You deserve prosperity, joy, and love. Its persistence reminded me that repetition is one of God’s favorite languages. I placed the card on my mirror, letting it serve as an anchor for the week—to let love guide every decision. There it will stay, to continue to serve as a touchstone when I feel lost.

Creativity called again through my artist community, and though uncertainty hovered around roles, pricing, and direction, I recognized service and faith as the deeper goals. Even modest earnings became symbols of abundance when I viewed them through gratitude’s lens. I felt rich in connection and meaning.

Then came the owl. In my dream, a great horned owl landed on my balcony—majestic and calm, surrounded by tall white obstacles. I felt her before I saw her. I pursued her with peaceful curiosity, abandoning my camera to be present. We slowly made our way through the obstacles, to the edge of the balcony. She met my gaze before lifting into the light, her departure quiet but powerful. The message was clear: I am learning to move through tight spaces not with resistance, but with grace. The owl embodied wisdom—feminine, intuitive, and free.

In waking life, I carried that medicine forward. I placed protective stones into the framing of our West Seattle house, blessing each corner with intention. When I offered some left over crystals to the crew, and they were taken, I realized Spirit was spreading the medicine outward.

Throughout the week, financial concerns and physical fatigue tested my faith. Yet again, grace appeared through friends and unexpected help, reminding me that provision flows when I remain aligned with love and trust. Each act of generosity—whether mine or another’s—became a thread in the fabric of divine timing.

The owl’s lesson wove through it all: presence is sacred. I no longer need to capture or prove my experiences. My role is to embody wisdom, not chase it. Even the simplest acts—resting when my body asks, laughing with friends, tending my art—become sacred rituals of devotion.

As I study the rhythms of the yugas and the teachings of Jung, I see how humanity and spirit move in cycles of awakening. We are not falling apart; we are returning to alignment. What once required striving now asks only surrender. Each of us is learning to trust that our divine timing is unfolding exactly as it should.


In Closing
The owl reminds me that enlightenment does not always arrive with fireworks—it sometimes comes as quiet flight at dawn. Trust that our divine timing is unfolding exactly as it should.

Before I close, I want to offer heartfelt gratitude to those who reached out after last week’s message. Your kindness and words of care touched me deeply. And to those who simply held space in quiet reflection, your presence is felt just as strongly. This circle continues to remind me that we’re walking this path together, each in our own rhythm, yet united in heart.

With love and trust in the unfolding,
Jules
Art Mystic Wellness

Journal Prompts:
1. Where in your life are you being asked to move gently instead of pushing through?
2. What repeated messages or signs have been trying to reach you lately?
3. How can you redefine prosperity and abundance through gratitude rather than material success?

Affirmation:
I move with grace through life’s tight spaces, trusting that divine timing guides every step.

Suggested Practice:
Spend five minutes in silent observation of your breath. Imagine an owl perched nearby—calm, patient, watchful. With each exhale, release the need to control outcomes. With each inhale, welcome wisdom and trust into your body.

Photo: Despite set backs and loss, progress continues at the West Seattle House. I am grateful for the Big Fish crew, who have shown up in remarkable ways. I am blessed.

Seattle, WA

08/31/2025

🌿✨ There’s a rhythm beneath the surface — an unseen current carrying us toward transformation, even when we can’t see the full path ahead.

This week, on Tuesday morning, I will be sharing something deeply personal in my Art Mystic Wellness Weekly Roundup email — reflections on trusting divine timing, merging shadow and light, and the quiet ways we return to alignment when life asks us to soften and listen. 🌕🪽

If you’re craving a moment of pause, inspiration, and connection — a reminder that you’re not lost, not behind, and never alone — I’d love to share this journey with you.

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Step into the rhythm. There’s magic here waiting for you. 🌿

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Art Mystic Wellness by Julie Ericson is about finding release through artistic expression, balance through shamanic practices, and resilience through holistic wellness. Julie - shaman, intuitive artist and holistic health coach - is based in the greater Seattle area and works with clients across the

07/08/2025

🙌WIN WEDNESDAY🙌

My win is choosing to show up today.

What are your wins?

*I realized that I Win Wednesday’d on a Tuesday! Whoops! I am not sure what’s up or down these days LOL thanks for playing along.

06/26/2025

🌟 Win Wednesday! 🌟

I’ve got a whole basket of wins to celebrate this week, and I’d love to hear yours too!

✅ I accepted help (huge win) and got the yard in order—solar lights are strung, weeding is happening, and my hopscotch patio is 4 pavers in (6 to go!).
🎨 I’m collaborating with another artist to host a Break & Make Mosaic Party—we’re turning broken things into beautiful 12x12” pavers to complete the patio in time for the July house party!
☀️ I’ve been soaking up sunshine and good vibes.
💸 My husband won $97 at Misfits Madness over the weekend and we had a blast playing with friends.
🔮 And perhaps the biggest win: I’ve launched a free beta test for my new Align and Evolve: Cosmic Compass monthly forecast subscription! 🎉 This is something I’ve been dreaming of offering, and I’m thrilled to share that 4 of the 6 beta spots have already been taken!

I’ll drop the link to grab one of the final 2 spots in the comments—first come, first served. If the calendar is full when you click, just comment below or message me and I’ll keep you in mind if space opens up. (This is not a live event or meeting, so just pick anytime that's available.)

Now it’s your turn:
What’s a win you’re celebrating this week? Big or small—let’s cheer each other on! 💛

06/18/2025

🙌WIN WEDNESDAY🤩

Normally, I go Live for Win Wednesday, but not today.

Today I have many wins to celebrate, and simultaneously am experiencing a nasty ache in my head that prevents me from going Live.

Some of my recent wins are…

I washed and cut my hair this morning, and it’s beautiful! Even though it’s out of control.

I assisted with a conflict resolution, and had the right words and tone for an entire hour yesterday! (The stress of the meeting may be contributing to today’s unwelcome brain pain, but it’s still a win.)

I was able to have Storytime with Lana, and enjoyed every word I read to her!

The sun is shining and I feel its warmth like a weighted blanket. So good!

I came up with a new promotion, leading up to the launch of a new monthly service I’m going to offer! (Email subscribers will get the free offer first, Tuesday at 5:00am Pacific, and it’s only available to 6 people. If you haven’t subscribed to my email, go to my website and scroll down to the bottom. Everyone else will get the offer Wednesday, if there are any spots left.)

My massage and adjustment today were much needed and timely.

Oh! I had a successful shift at the Artists United booth at the Burien Strawberry Festival on Sunday! So much so that I’m considering working the Burien Farmers Market on the regular.

I saw a man walking on the sidewalk carrying a giant bag of hay. He had one of the most pleased expressions on his face! It made me laugh out loud, in my car by myself, he was absolutely giddy with his giant sack of straw walking along. I love when I get tickled like that!

My animal and plant friends continue to dazzle and delight me.

My Momma took me on a shopping spree as an early birthday present, and we got a whole bunch of beautiful yard adornments! Lights, whimsical creatures, and the funkiest windchime I’ve ever seen.

My biggest win today though, is simply showing up when I could very easily have used this headache as a reason not to. Here I am, and that’s a mo*********ng win my friends!

06/04/2025

Win Wednesday isn’t just about crossing things off the to-do list…
Sometimes, the biggest win is letting go of the list entirely.

This week’s Weekly Roundup was born from that exact place — a moment of surrender, presence, and deep spiritual alignment.
I titled it: "The Power of Letting Go: When Spirit Leads the Way."

In it, I share how setting down structure for a few sacred days invited in something much more profound:
🌀 a deeper connection to joy
🌀 a peaceful awareness that I carry calm
🌀 and a renewed trust in the rhythms of healing, flow, and spirit

It’s a letter from my heart, and if you’ve ever wondered what I actually do — beyond art, cards, or coaching — this email offers a window into the soul of my work.

✨ It includes:
– Reflections from a spirit-led week away
– A powerful reminder that your presence is enough
– A guided stillness practice, journal prompts, and an affirmation to anchor your week
– And updates on current offerings, like workshops, community events, and my newly relaunched coaching packages

If this sounds like something you’d love in your inbox each week, I’d be honored to have you subscribe.
You’ll get inspiration, support, and first dibs on new events and healing spaces.

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Here's to trusting the pause, honoring the path, and celebrating the quiet wins that change everything.
— Jules
Art Mystic Wellness

Art Mystic Wellness by Julie Ericson is about finding release through artistic expression, balance through shamanic practices, and resilience through holistic wellness. Julie - shaman, intuitive artist and holistic health coach - is based in the greater Seattle area and works with clients across the