Category Archives: Practice

From Marie-Louise von Franz

By grabbing their own fantasies and pulling them too eagerly into the light of consciousness and by interpreting them at once with too much intensity, many people destroy their secret inner life. Creativity sometimes needs the protection of darkness, of … Continue reading

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As the Trap Door Opens

“Write about a longing.” For something I lost. From my childhood times, something of me faded, muted, disappeared. Vivid, colorful visualizing: symbolic conjuring of songs, ideas, feelings, landscapes that came as easily to my mind as words came to my … Continue reading

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From Lynn Ungar

Shared with me by my friend Peggy: Camas Lilies Consider the lilies of the field, the blue banks of camas opening into acres of sky along the road. Would the longing to lie down and be washed by that beauty … Continue reading

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Morning Flight

Silhouette of trees reaching expectant limbs to a vast spacious sky. Stars twinkle and sparkle their mirth As pounding waves create an ocean’s roar as fierce as any lion’s And more enduring. She feels the breeze drifting through cracks in … Continue reading

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Who Knew?

Her heart washes free As wind howls raindrops pelt and stars press through the shadows of night. Quiet morning incense of a thousand million years infuses her body floating away residue of past lives in this place. Now grey welts … Continue reading

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Truthful About Writing

Reading some of the pieces I have written to date on my Healing Woman Project–seem sloppily sentimental, meandering, skimming the surface of what I want to say, not focused, short. This same thing is true (well, feels true) about much … Continue reading

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Caught In a World of Images

Today my husband and I are camping at Nehalem Bay on the Oregon coast, in our vintage 1977 motor home, La Verne. The wind is present here, as are the sun, the ocean, the stillness, and Milli–our sometimes barking dog. … Continue reading

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