Woman Without a Past

Jeremy Lipking
Jeremy Lipking

In my very first post, Priming the Pump,  I wrote about Source, or the Wellspring from which creativity and life flows…and my beloved Wilsonia.

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My family of origin, through trauma and tragedy lost all photographs and memorabilia.  It was, in effect, an obliteration of the ancestors.  The family history.  And, as time went on, it was as if some part of me, or my past had never existed.

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When I stumbled onto the art of Jana Botkin, a kind of photographic memory in my psyche was constellated.  And the realization that without the reflecting mirror of the image, the effect was akin to being a woman without a past.  No wonder, at times, I have been so orphaned and bereft!  No mirror in people, places or things to remind me of who I was, where I came from, and how far I have come!

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Stimulated by photos and drawings of my dearly beloved childhood sanctuary, helped me to remember myself.  

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It is through the image that healing takes place:

jungreading“The great problems of life…are always related to the primordial images of the collective unconscious.  These images are really balancing or compensating factors which correspond with the problems life presents in actuality.  This is not to be marveled at, since these images are deposits representing the accumulated experience of thousands of years of struggle for adaptation and existence.”  C. G. Jung

 

 It is through the artful image that body and soul are released and restored.

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Art Credit:  Robert Vickrey

Post Partum

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Postpartum
Pamela Parsons

Birthing a blog is like birthing a baby.

While they are two vastly different things, there are similarities.

I will spare you graphic comparisons.

Yet, the creative process is the same.

After launching the blog last week, I found myself saying out loud:  “This feels like postpartum…”

Drained, distracted, pleased, and wobbly.

Like a little colt, after birth, I have found my legs now–slowly.

I’ll be taking my B Complex vitamins.

Maybe I’ll take the Guiness cure like they do in Britain during postpartum confinement.

No sooner had the first post been published, dreams brought in what I used to call The Committee.

Now, I have lovingly reframed this august body as The Faculty Senate.

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Maccari Cicero

In the dream, this academic committee was meeting to discuss my qualifications for the job.

As Jung said, one need look no further than the facts of the dream.

Sigh.

And, in the dream, I stood up to those assembled, and gave them my understanding of my capacity.

This is clear evidence of the phenomenological world of the Psyche.

And the tru-ism that as one proceeds on the path, so to speak, one will surely encounter inner adversity as something new wishes to be created.

I guess the good news, is, The Faculty Senate meets only a few times a year.

Vox Anima, SDM

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Gypsy Madonna
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