Walter Logeman: Journal
Working with Couples – A Two Day Workshop in Christchurch
with Walter Logeman
Friday 12 – Saturday 13 April 2024
If you work with couples, or would like to, this workshop you. The aim is to build on the work you already do and to gain confidence and competence with couples. Whatever your training, you will learn to be present with the couple.
Friday 10 – Saturday 11 May 2024 Continue reading “Two-Day Psychodrama Group with Walter Logeman May 2024”
Dave Winer, just said, in Scripting News: “don’t think of this as a conversational medium, and don’t count on everyone hearing you. Use it for thinking out loud, and be happy when people hear you, but don’t expect it.”
Is that blogging, or textcasting? Or the digital realm as a whole? I’ve had some good conversation in simple closed email groups.
But what I appreciate about Dave’s line is that blogging is thinking out loud, I’ve been doing that in my blog for more than 30 years. I’m taking his words as an affirmation that it is worth doing. Thinking out loud, alone.
I should turn off comments as they have done little – but I appreciate that people sub to this blog. Not quite alone.
I went to the Christchurch art gallery yesterday and saw the Robin White exhibition. What a delight! I had no idea of the diversity. Here are some photos.
I’ve just added a swag of new reflections about empathy to a post from 2011, Zerka Moreno on Doubling, Tele, inter-psyche, relationship — reflections on a quote by Zerka Moreno. I’m learning, decade by decade!! Click that link to have a look.
Also Updated and added a note to: Working with Couples – September 2023
Fiddled with The invisibility of the structure of human society
This is a post where I edit a quote by Moreno to remove the old sexist language and get to the bones, without loosing the Moreno touch, or one scrap of meaning – I will do more, I tagged this one Moreno-Hemmingway
I like to delve into the depths of human psyche its unfolding path and have just stumbled on the Fourteen Stations of the Cross. I’m relating it to journeys travelled and eternal stories of life. Struggling to be with the story at the heart of it, which is an unbearable, bloody and miserable mystery. Especially as the stations end with the tomb. In my life, how often have I carried a cross and then been nailed to it?
In my meanderings I found one contemporary artist who painted all 14. They show the pain in red and the movement of the cross in black. With a rolled stone at the end. I want to up load them – I hope that is ok, as I’d recommend going to Jen Nortons websites. Also I’m curios if the set has been sold? It seems like a bargain for any church. I suggest building a church just to house them.
The Stations Of The Cross by Jen Norton
Size: 12 x12 x 1.5″ ea
Medium: Acrylic on wood
“In the series, the colors have meanings – black cross changes size/position, depending on drama; red indicates pain points, blue and white are spirit and divinity. The 14 stations will be sold as a set. The 15th image, The Resurrection, can be purchased separately.”
Price: Please call for details
The Sacred Art Gallery Phone: 480-946-1003
1. Jesus is Condemned to Death — Unjust Accusation
2. Jesus Carries His Cross — Burden and Struggle
3. Jesus Falls the First Time — Weakness and Resilience
4. Jesus Meets His Mother — Compassion and Sorrow
5. Simon of Cyrene Helps Jesus Carry the Cross — Unexpected Assistance
6. Veronica Wipes the Face of Jesus — Compassion and Devotion
7. Jesus Falls the Second Time — Perseverance and Endurance
8. Jesus Meets the Women of Jerusalem — Empathy and Consolation
9. Jesus Falls the Third Time — Exhaustion and Determination
10. Jesus is Stripped of His Garments — Humiliation and Vulnerability
11. Jesus is Nailed to the Cross — Suffering and Sacrifice
12. Jesus Dies on the Cross — Redemption and Forgiveness
13. Jesus is Taken Down from the Cross — Grief and Mourning
14. Jesus is Laid in the Tomb. — Silence and expectation
And here are Jen Nortons 14 Paintings
Hunches are like dreams, they disappear before you can catch them. In a podcast someone said it was because we dream with a different chemical system. Ah… how I prefer to keep it all psychological and dramatic. The hunches have associated beings. They come from beings hovering around, and through some form of safety seeking we don’t see them. Or, of course, the creature might be shy or insecure and stay in the wings of the well trodden paths of daily life.
Marc Chagall (1887–1985) just lived among all his creatures and angels by the look of it , ( I know nothing about his actual life.). He seemed to grasp something about the crucification.
This is the street where they still make coffins:
the little workshops, side by side.
I pass them with my daughter on our walk to the river.
Are we seeking the bridge itself,
or the famous, much-reported view?
A few planks and nails lie around
and each of the entrances seems to darken.
Far back, out of sight, someone is whistling.
Yes, I suppose we do walk a little faster.
There is a faint noise of hammering, too.
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Got me thinking about New York. Here are some of my sketches from 2007
I’m active in Obsidian. My journal is in Obsidian. everything goes there – it is one glorious mess of tags and wikilinks. I love it. Most of what I write is related to getting stuff done. But occasionally write posts that might well go public, on art, philosophy, psychodrama, and glimpses of my life.
Anyway, there is a plugin to WordPress – that might help me write here a lot more “here” is WordPress, with Obsidian as an editor and PKM.
OK, testing!
Five minutes later
I have a draft in WordPress
I feel like celebrating as I pus the Publish button!
I have made many images of flowers, grasses and bush. I make these on my iPad. Before that it was on a Toshiba M300 which I still miss. Some of the collection here is from https://thousandsketches.com. A project that covered a year from 2006 to 2007. Im sure I’ll find a few that have never been on the internet. And I’m still making them. The first one is yesterday’s effort, grass not a flower.
Not a flower exactly but I live in a paddock
