Blog: Vox Anima

Insta Marion

The Muse has surfaced long enough to make an announcement:

“We” have created an Instagram Account


Honor of Marion Woodman

and her legacy to us.


Please visit, follow, and share


Would love to hear your voices commenting there!

“We” post regularly.

The Muse is otherwise submerging until school starts in a couple of weeks…

Vox Anima,  SDM

America is …


From the BodySoul perspective,

body image,

body truth,

body distortion,


heavily weighted.

No puns intended.

I write this, while I am supposed to be away–a mini-vacation of sorts.

Some business to do.

Awoke this morning in the hotel to the aromas of breakfast

(mostly sugary ones)

and made my way to breakfast buffet offered and included as part of the package.

Coming to, over my coffee, and without myPhone to distract,

I awoke to an extraordinary scene!

I was surrounded by hundreds (not exaggerating) of obese American tourists.

All ages, all kinds.

Buzzing in and out of the buffet, with plates filled with foods of little or no nutritional value.images

(fruit loops, pancakes, and ice cream)



And I was just as struck by the strength of my own reaction.

Because of this, I waited to post this piece, to give some time and thought to

what I observed, and witnessed.

As one who has had her own ups-and-downs with weight:

Starving to be thinner at 5’8″ and 130 lbs.


A love/hate relationship with any measurement device.

Abandonment of nutritional norms during a phase in my psychotherapy process where I was feeding the neglected child.


And then there was menopause–pre, during, and post.

(you get the idea)

After some reflection,

I propose that what we are dealing with here is a Collective problem.

What does this mean in terms of BodySoul?

I will borrow from Marion Woodman


the idea that addiction, is concretized in a specific behavior.

Therefore symbolic;  the metaphor for the “problem”.


Upon my return home, my radar is up and attuned.

Yesterday at the local grocery, carts loaded, yes, loaded with boxes of fruity-0s

and things likek2-_11ed1c83-3b16-44a9-897d-60f8c4aa8e7a.v1

Loads of fat, sugar, sweets…Ah SWEETS!

“The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or “sweetness.”

~ Marion Woodman

A psycho-logical conclusion:

The longing for sweets is the longing for Mother, the Great Mother.

I would add that the longing for fat, is a longing for richness in a Soul starved world.

The Sacred has become Profaned.

Now, dear reader, it does come to mind that there are political explanations for this epidemic.

But that is not the purpose of this blog post.


the purpose is the Voice of the Feminine.

Jung said that God/dess needs us as much as we need her.


Could it be that our Soul starved state reflects the condition of the God image?



When for all time, She has been ample, sufficient, and more?

Madonna and Child ~Celia Paul
Madonna and Child
~Celia Paul

Maybe she needs us as much as we need her.

 I offer this post as a little paean to her.

Vox Anima, SDM


Art and Image Credit:  Tumblr


May Day is Lei Day in Hawaii




 Heavenly Flowers


Sweet Pikake Lei


 Miss Aloha Hula

Merrie Monarch Festival 2015


Ohia Lehua ~ Pele’s Flower


Keiki Hula



B3_NHLO_Lei-Day_003_w-366x550Hawaiian Royalty on Parade


I miss you my Hawaii!

Me Ke Aloha…

Vox Anima, SDM


Images:  Tumblr, Pinterest

Music:  Destiny, The Brothers Cazimero

About Face IV

Suicide is a difficult topic for the living.

And it hardly seems approachable on this lovely Spring Saturday.

This post has been stirring since I learned of the death of Dr. Frederic Brandt,

celebrity dermatologist, who recently committed suicide.

Brian Booth Craid
Brian Booth Craig


It was exactly a year ago to the day of his death that I posted about his work,

under the title About Face III.


It has been reported that Dr. Brandt was in despair,

and devastated regarding comedic characterizations of his appearance and personality.

It has been difficult to articulate to myself why I would wish to address his work again…

maybe there are too many metaphors, ironies–best to leave the dead in peace?

Perhaps I am trying to punctuate prior posts on the subject?

In pondering this,

with great feeling and sensitivity,

I would suggest that seeking to alter one’s visage is a perverse form of perfectionism–

leading one further and further away from him or herself…

In suicide, apart from the loss of a life, is the tragedy left to the living as to “why”.

We can never know, exactly.

I would offer this:  Perfectionism Kills.

Lucretia,  The Perfect Woman
The Perfect Woman

Marion Woodman spoke strongly and seriously about the fatal flaw of perfectionism.

In that, how we will always fail in the attempt, and are doomed in the attempt.

I  offer my respect to a doctor, a healer, who went beyond the human and became a God to so many in the limelight.

Rest in peace Dr. Brandt.

Vox Anima, SDM


Quiet Muse


Although the Muse had a lot to say in February, it seems in March she was silent.

Here it is,



The Muse is Quiet.

She’s still here.

She’s an introvert you know.

Taking in Spring.

Taking lots of photographs and making Green Soup.


Stay tuned dear readers…

Vox Anima,


Art Credit: valzart Pinterest

Photo Credit:  Tulip Petals ~ Susan Davis Martin

Authentic Fashionista


It’s time for a little self deprecating humor.


Please humor me.

When I was a little girl, I was fascinated with my mother’s lipstick: Fire Engine Red.

My curiosity led me to her vanity mirror where I smudged my little face with red.


I can clearly see mother’s reflection and the shocked/angry expression on her face–

her sacred lipstick!il_340x270.626479813_27h0

That was the only make-up she wore.

That, and Chanel #5 and stiletto heels!

(they used to be called spike heels)

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(as I write this in my cozy acorn wooly slippers)

To this day,

Lipstick means Mom.

The Mom that was a beautiful, spirited woman, who died too young, and left a little girl without the best woman in the world to guide her into adulthood.

So, perhaps it is no wonder that I have an affinity for lipsticks, pencils, and glosses.

Reveal:  I count 25 in my kit and kaboodle.

I also must admit,  I do like shoes.

But there is not a high heel in my closet.

Oh, maybe one.

Confession:  Gentle Souls Gladiator Wedge.images-1

(worn once)

Pretty racy, eh?

Well, dear reader, thank you for bearing with my meandering muse on early lessons and lingering influences about beauty.




Love you Mom!

Vox Anima,


Images from Pinterest

Art Before Breakfast

0219_drawing-breakfast-624x434Today I heard an interview with author Danny Gregory that charmed and captivated me.

He has just published a book:

“Art Before Breakfast: A Zillion Ways To Be More Creative, No Matter How Busy You are”

(I have no proprietary interest)

I know that many of you who subscribe and read this blog have an affinity for the arts.

I want to share this work with you,

particularly, as Self Expression and the Creative Process is dear to my heart.

I’ll quote a little from the author, and you can see for yourself the appeal.

(I hope)

“Be here.  Now.  Art stops time.  When you draw or paint what’s around you, you see it for what it is.  Instead of living in a virtual world, as we do most of the time these days, you will be present in the real one…tell your story.

Danny's Breakfast
Danny’s Breakfast

Life is just a long succession of small epiphanies.  You need to stop and seize them.  By making art, you will be recording what you are living through and what you are learning about it.  Your art will set a frame around it and give you perspective on what really maters…

Welcome to the world.  It’s not perfect, but beautiful. And the most beautiful things have character and experience built into them…We all live in chaos.  It’s the natural state of things…everything is always changing…turning into cosmic mush…Creativity is the act of shaping the mush of the world around us into something–of creating your own order.

There are always to0 many things to do, too many obligations and chores that take precedence over you.  Maybe you think to yourself, ‘Sure, I’d love to make art, but I don’t have the time to indulge myself right now, etc. etc.’  It’s the essence of life.  It’s what distinguishes us from the mush.  And it’s why our ancestors survived while other less adaptive critters perished.  They responded to change by being creative in some way, by inventing new answers to the chaos…art-before-breakfast-680x450

Creativity can become a habit that fits into your life, like Pilates or flossing, only a lot more fulfilling. You just need to shift your perspective on what it is to be creative…You just have to be you–and express what that means.

I plan to read his book and use it.

Anyone care to join me?

We could form the Vox Anima Breakfast Club.

Vox Anima,  SDM


Illustrations by Danny Gregory

Other Art Credit: Tumblr