Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Movement of the Moon: Camille Claudel: Life Phases of the Feminine in Art, Madness and Love

One more opportunity to see the above play, written by Elizabeth Clark-Stern and Lindsey Rosen, and also featuring: Laila Rosen, Ann Blake, Kevin Filocamo, Time Nelson, and Dylan Hansen. Sound by Donna Lee, lighting by John Stern.
Saturday, April 16, 2016, 8 pm (tickets on sale at the venue at 7:30 pm; $20 general; $15 Jung Society/JPA/NW Alliance members), Good Shepherd Center Chapel Theater, 4649 Sunnyside Avenue North, Seattle, 98103).

Tuesday, April 5, 2016


Final academic quarter of full-time teaching,
Chronicled each week as I wish I had notated entire life—
71¼ years of breathing in and breathing out
And all simple yet complex functions of animated existence—
Especially stellar events:
Friendships, relationships, graduations, jobs,
Beginnings, endings, middles,
Transitions of all sorts, kinds, and flavors—
Shiny constellations and reflective planets,
Brilliance, not mine, but of collected experiences and collective events.

This current bright event,
Indicative and insightful,
Cause for pause,
Commencement, indeed.

Another, now final, chapter:
Old endings,
Middling middles,
New beginnings,
Looking backward while looking forward
In anticipation of nuances,
Newness, novelty,
Innovation, discovery, invention,
Adventure, creativity.

This shining moment,
And so much more.

Ann Beth Blake
© April 5, 2016

Friday, April 1, 2016


Almost threw them out today,
But, upon input and reflection,
Retrieved from Lisa’s recycle box,
30-year stack of course syllabi,
To carry around for a while,
Like elephants’ respectfully and lovingly
Circling and carrying dried bones of their kin,
Perhaps celebrating and mourning their dead,*
As I now celebrate and mourn impending loss
Of beloved career, primary relationship of my life.

Syllabi, symbols and signs of my body of work,
From Introduction to Psychology to Advanced Theories: Jungian,
And ‘most all stops in between;
Four institutions of higher learning,
Cherished colleagues throughout,
Mentoring and shaping students headed toward service to
Sentient beings and systems across populations, diagnoses, and contexts.

Noting retirement of two dear colleagues in past two years;
Now my turn to dance off the academic stage.
As Stafford described elephants’ recognizing
A need to be clear about finding the park,**
My turn to discern and change direction in path and journey,
Shifting focus toward quasi-neglected people and interests:
Opportunity to schmooze and hang out;
Generatively read and write;
Complete bucket-list travel adventures;
Endlessly putter and create;
Sleep until naturally awakened from within.

But first, a final quarter replete with
Multitudinous tasks and responsibilities,
Continued clearing of paper and books from my office;
Valuing past and completing present, prior to glancing toward future.
All too quickly, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and the last quarter
Will pass,
A door closing behind me
—not locked or barred, but definitely closed.

Ann Beth Blake
© February 23, 2016


**Safford, W. (1994). The darkness around us is deep. New York, NY: Harper Perennial. (A Ritual we Read to Each Other)