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.
Quick images and words have become a substitute for more thoughtful discourse.
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.
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.
Announcing a NEW Marion Woodman Foundation Program!
“Loving Our Brokenness: Being Human in an Imperfect World”
July 24-29 2016
La Casa De Maria Conference Center
Santa Barbara, California
From the Foundation sponsored flyer:
“This workshop celebrates our brokenness, imperfections, and cracks revealing that our deepest wounds can be a place where the Self is hidden. Many women today suffer from lacerating self-criticism and isolation, and when looking for mirroring, only the coldness of perfection is reflected back…
(This has been my experience.)
Perfection always sets the bar higher than we can reach, leading to paralysis and disembodiment…
(Sound familiar anyone?)
In this workshop, we offer another, relational vision to mine the riches that lay within which have the power to crack
…images that belong only with the gods and goddesses.”
I hope you will join us in the dance of light at La Casa,