Visual Memoir

Every now and then I come across an artist’s work that exemplifies a

current mood,  state of mind, state of being.

As I begin a new writing project tomorrow on the art of personal memoir,

I am featuring the work of Nancy Macko.

Hi Daddy 2


At the Beginning



Are You Kidding
Disintegrating Memory
Hopes and Dreams
Simple Icons


Vox Anima,


Hi Daddy 3




Was I the ONLY ONE who did not know that Instagram

is a PRODUCT of Facebook?!

Since its inception, I have been skeptical about FB.  Initially, I tried it, and weird things happened, like stalking and other things… I found the whole experience to be entirely dissatisfying, complicated,  and in my introverted way, parted from the social media herd.

(Even this blog post is out of step and time with current events by two weeks.)

I am posting about this in an attempt to work through my ambivalence about social media, and Instagram in particular.

What makes IG so addictive, I think, is the immediacy of www publishing.

Literally INSTA.

Quick images and words have become a substitute for more thoughtful discourse.

(Like Blogging)

Yes, I have learned from chefs, artists, enjoyed puppy and cat videos, beauty tips,  and even connected with BodySoul friends there…

And while I admit it is fun, there is something inheritantly wrong with it.

My discomfort has to do with the fact that there really is no privacy.

And the monitoring of my behavior.

And everyone else’s.

Cambridge Analytics fell on its sword for FB.


Facebook is doing quite well, thank you!

Profits are up from last year from over 3 billion to 5 billion!

Billions of dollars.

IG  is serving the new God Image:  The Marketplace.

While I have clearly not worked through this in my own mind,

I would like to hear from you dear readers.

Your comments ARE welcome here.

I can tell you I have not agreed to IGs’ terms of use as my own way of tiny protest.

Also, my best to @yanaherbalbeautyproducts.

Vox Anima,










Art Credit:  The Posters of Scorsone and Drueding

The Girl Who Circumnavigated the World in a Dream of Her Own Making

The Girl Who Circumnavigated the World in a Dream of Her Own Making ~ Paul Bond


“Respect your dreams.

Nature doesn’t waste energy.

It’s seeking to communicate to us in some way,


if we pay attention,

may begin to heal some of the splits that we all carry.”

James Hollis, Ph.D.


Dear Readers,

A first blog post in a very long time indeed.

I have found my way back here through the help of a writing project just completed:  Birds in a Barrel,  40 days and 40 writes.

The following is from the practice of daily timed writings.  I hope this means the pump is primed!


Last night’s dreams are repeating.

Two distinct themes. When dreams repeat, either I, the dreamer am not getting the message, or the dreams are underlining something of importance.  In bold italics.

I often have collective dreams, i.e., dreams that carry outer events in the world to my psyche for reception.  My analyst once told me that when the unconscious knows it has a receiver, a listener, one can get deluged.  I do from time to time.  That’s when I signal a time out so that I can get some sleep.

But these repetitive dreams are personal.  One involves intrusions into my household; and the other the felt presence of a girl.

After spending time with the dreams and Hollis, I found an image that speaks to what I should really be paying attention to.  Paul Bond’s “The Girl Who Circumnavigated the World in a Dream of Her Own Making”.

In this magical painting, the girl is rising off the ground with a pink parasol overhead. Autumn leaves swirl and fall away from her legs.  Below, on the ground, three white rabbits. The light is surreal and misty, yet bright as she reaches for the sky.

A guiding image for this day, and this time.  Get above it. Get a broader view of what matters most.  The girl almost did not incarnate.  But with grace, she grabbed ahold. We’re almost there.


Vox Anima,





a little dream blog


An idea came today.

Presented itself to me, as I am life reviewing.

Prompted by the Dream, which is clearly handing me my hat, showing me the door.

Murad Osmann

A transition.

Another ego surrender.


Images of missing IDs, purses, wallets, and objects de art that are of significance…

…or should I say (as the dream is clearly showing) used to be of significance.


Ego surrender
Joe Turk


My dream ego protests these seeming thefts and lost artifacts.

More and more is being stripped away–the street cleaner of my psyche dozing through to an unknown location.

Today, the image came to me of a Mandala.


Turtle Woman
Marcia Snedecor

And at the center, is the Dream.

Turtle Tree Mandala
Marcia Snedecor









And, it is true, that more and more,

the Dream has taken center stage, not only in my own Psyche,

but in my work with others.

Center stage.



Tree of Life
Marcia Snedecor


There is mystery involved here, and I do not wish to trample thereon.

Catherine Nolin


to give the way of the dream its due,

 create a little dream blog;

I hope,

will facilitate the process underway.

Thank you dear reader for being my Passepartout.

Vox Anima, SDM







all other art credit:  Pinterest

A Letter from Absentia


Dea in Absentia III
Dea in Absentia III

Dear Readers,

I haven’t really been away this long, have I?

Since summer.

Oh dear.

Let us just say, “we” were preoccupied.

With the garden harvest, work life, family life, an intensive training, and current events.

Between the training and topside developments I have been in a vortex.

William Spencer
William Spencer

Trying to metabolize, comprehend, and reconcile all the energies swirling within and without.

I can honestly say, it has not been until this week that I have felt my footing, and the preoccupations subside.

I have tried a number of times to write this blog.

Any blog.

But nothing.

Until today.

A little quickening.

So here is a little something, with Love from Absentia:

Look for the beauty that is always there.

Jose Royo
Jose Royo


Vox Anima,  SDM