Tuesday, October 13, 2015


Too many events and changes.
Another friend teeters on dire dx.

Automatic habits loosen,
Requiring supplementary focus.

Time flees, incompletions pile up,
Attention drifts, priorities shift.

Memories of past events sharpen, then fade;
Plans consolidate, then loosen and trail off.

Easily tired by unending detailed tasks;
Relaxation, naps, and retirement beckon.

Seek and welcome beauty!

Ann Beth Blake
(c) May 28, 2015


Left early--smart child,
Slipping away from abandonment, chaos, depression.
Dad returned, briefly, at fourth month, for baptism--
She was already long gone.

Always knew something was broken, missing,
No matter others' multiple reassurances.

Worked real hard for 70 3/4 years to repair and resolve--
To unknowingly remake a safe place for her.

Last week, at first an energy hovering over me;
Then she proofed into my core, my viscera,

To take up residence once again,
At last, she returned home, just in time.

Ann Beth Blake
(c) October 13, 2015


Surprising new photo of mother, never seen and never described. 
No one to ask, mine to project interpretations and hopes.

A tableau of relaxed well-being, anticipatory of celebration.
Three young women sit at angles to each other;
Formal dresses, two matching, Mom in wedding gown.
Her handmaidens, unknown to me, perhaps and probably,
Friends from her job, other wartime librarians, 
Neither of whom look particularly animated.
Mom, clear star of the event, looks gorgeous and happy.
Large floral bouquet, colors indistinguishable in black-and-white,
Fulfills several purposes, one of which is to hide my presence.
So glad she is happy and, probably, relieved that I am legitimized.

In absentia: corresponding photo of male participants.
Possibly intentionally discarded in ensuing years,
Probably garbed to the nines in WWII dress uniforms,
Perhaps replete with swords, cording, metals--
But missing, reflective that Dad might not have been
As excited to wed and to become a parent,
And that he wouldn't stay around well or long--AWOL.

As in previous generation, feminine is present and dominant,
Masculine, often, ambivalent, dreamy, dependent, absent.

Grateful for new vision and version of Mom: joyful, unburdened.

Ann Beth Blake
Siracusa, Sicioia, Italia
(c) Septmber 3, 2015


I am always in my body, of course,
Until I am deceased and expired.

When beside myself, I experience being
Outside my body, although not.

Even though uncomfortable and apologetic,
Actually, cues/clues to something deeper:

Some historical hurt, some triggered complex;
Be curious, pay attention, offer attunement;

Explore inner genesis of response,
Accept all hypotheses as meaningful.

Goal: consciousness within the complex:
That I am here, present, and OK.

Even when I feel beside myself and outside
And annoyed and irritated and

Judgmental of myself and others.
Pause, count to 10, recite mantra.

I am in my body always--just a fact.

Ann Beth Blake
(c) Septmber 5, 2015
Onto, Sicilia, Italia

Thursday, October 8, 2015


Quite elderly man with too-long beard 
And uniquely-patterned sweat-stained cap,
Clutches hard-earned cup in public coffee shop,
Taking fatherly delight in anonymous observation
Of two women in intimate, animated conversation.

Gratitude for man's free access to enjoyment
That softens his loneliness and isolation.

Ann Beth Blake
(c) October 8, 2015


Last poem and breath
Fluid grace and engagement
Always authentic

Ann Beth Blake
(c) October 8, 2015


Cold starry nights: Saturn and Andromeda Galaxy visible through telescope.
Sun-drenched days requiring sunscreen and hats--scurrying toward shade.

Spectacular sandstone spires and mesas, some with windows;
Deep river-carved canyons, stranding terraced islands.

Highways smudged and besmirched with deer blood and carnage;
Roads bordered by iconic Buddha-like and temple-shaped rock formations.

Southern Utah's calendar-photo beauty carved out of temporary pourous stone;
Northern Utah's granite peaks bespeckled with swaying golden aspens.

Exquisite Heaven on Earth, clear evidence of higher hands at work; 
Hell's fire and brimstone echoed at every curve and all angles.

Four friends collectively reveling in non-daily-life experiences;
Inward spiritual revelations and soul-expanding images.

Ann Beth Blake
(c) October 8, 2015

Thursday, October 1, 2015


The Seattle Jungian/Psychoanalytic scene is alive and well, as evidenced by the events described below.

(1) POTENTIAL SPACE: AN EVENING OF ART AND PERFORMANCE, presented by the NW Alliance for Psychoanalytic Study.
Saturday, October 17, 2015, 5-9 pm, The Center for Urban Horticulture--UW Botanical Gardens,
3501 NE 41st Street, Seattle, WA 98105
This annual event showcases local therapists' art, music, and recitation. 
Yours truly will be in a scene from (see #3 below) The Movement of the Moon, Camille Claudel: Life Phases of the Feminine in Art, Madness, and Love, by Elizabeth Clark-Stern and Lindsey Rosen. Along with many others, I will recite some of my poetry (already published in one of my blogs: abbelcamino.blogspot.com)

(2) HEALING TRAUMA: THE LOST & RECOVERED SOUL IN DEPTH PSYCHOTHERAPY, a Seminar with Donald Kalsched, Ph.D., Jungian analyst, the annual Program for Professionals, sponsored by the Jungian Psychotherapists Association.
Saturday, November 7, 2015, 10:00 am to 4:30 pm, Bastyr University Auditorium, 14500 Juanita Drive, Kenmore, WA, 98028. LUNCHEON PROVIDED.

(3) THE MOVEMENT OF THE MOON, CAMILLE CLAUDEL: LIFE PHASES OF THE FEMININE IN ART, MADNESS, AND LOVE, a play with music and dance, by Elizabeth Clark-Stern and Limdsey Rosen.
January 29, 2016; March 11, 2016; and April 16, 2016; all performances at 8 pm, Good Shepard Center Chapel Theater (top floor), 4649 Sunnyside Avenue North, Seattle, WA, 98103.
In addition to the authors, also featuring Laila Rosen, Ann Blake, Kevin Filocamo, Tim Nelson, and Dylan Hansen. Sound by Donna Lee; Lighting by John Stern. A production by ShrinkWrap Theatre. 

OK! Some progress in readability

OK. The previous 3 entries are readable, but in odd font. I will soonish re-enter the 3 previous blog entries, making them more readable. I might try once more to enter content from Notes--hang in with the experiments. Ann, Octobeer 1, 2015


I foolishly poked the button for updating my iPad, which might have messed with the format for this blog: hard to see/read text. Clicking on the text will make it visible--but bothersome. 
I usually write my content in Notes, then copy and paste--but something is wrong at the moment. Let's see if just writing in the blog makes the content viewable. Please hang in there with me while I figure out this anomaly. Ann, October 1, 2015