Bygone beauty

Practice open in Parkhurst and Brooklyn!

As of July, my part-time private practice in Parkhurst, Johannesburg has consulting times from Friday 3pm to 6pm and Saturdays from 9am to 3pm! And as of August in Brooklyn, Pretoria on Tuesday 2:30pm to 6:30pm.

In memory

Soapbox: Being an equalist

capability for all; tenderness for all

Negative capability

Poet, John Keats (1817) coins 'negative capability as "when man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason" (p. 43).

Family moves

Parenting Styles

Life as a house: Life's transitional psychic spaces

This film (2001) explores father and son dynamics as both face developmental transitions that can spark both heated conflict and unexpected care!

Discovering anew

Seeing anew

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The intricacies of sex, shame and intimacies

I am with those who abuse sex
because the individual doesn't count
with those who get drunk
against the abyss of the brain
against the illusion that life
had once been beautiful or good or sacred
….with those whose hearts have been removed
….and please forget…
about love it has no right.

-         Ingrid Jonker

This adult film (2011) explores sexual addiction and an array of relationships where intimacy becomes sought after but is complicated by fears, shame and deep self-uncertainty. Also a powerful depiction of sibling bonds of ambivalent love-hate.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her
- Pablo Neruda.

Oh beautyfly!

images by Jon Parker

Out of the box therapy!

I just loved this book - especially the welcoming of the moose in a family to create bonds!

Encore to therapy!

Therapy becomes performance with Keeney's unpredictable therapy sessions!

Fanning Illumination!

“What matters is not to know the world but to change it.” 

Frantz Fanon, Black Skin, White Masks

Crossing the Bridge

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Go directly to http://www.youtube.com/hedyyumi Hedy's wisdom is amazing!

Funny side of life!