Move lungs beating heart


The End

8: 14 Come away, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountain.

~ Solomon’s Song of Songs Beloved

Heart Sony camera

In college I always confronted the linear perspective. I would look to the center of everything naturally and then head backwards.

“Centering” in the busy midst of a mercurial life. Hestia reminds Hermes that alone he has no focus to his vision: it’s all peripheral.   

~ James Hillman; Kinds of Power

Weaving back and forth is the only way to read Song of Songs.  I start with the center and then the end then go to the beginning… the focal point or the heart is always the way to understand sacred images, texts or art.


The middle

5: 21 Beloved, slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

~ Solomon’s Song of Songs Beloved

Solomon’s Song of Songs holds a creation-nature- motif and it is not about the beginning or end, it is in the process of in-between. This is not procrastination it is action undefined and moving. It is nonlinear. It moves as blood throughout our bodies: move lungs beating heart and it goes around and around. It jumps between Leo and Virgo then flies over to Pisces and is rammed by Aries.  Here we backtrack our footprints to our sun sign our heart our focal point.  Another word for this is retrospection.

Backward foot by Hudley



1: 2-3 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth for your love is more delightful than wine. Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens love you!

~ Solomon’s Song of Songs Beloved

The three pictures are taken in my backyard with my little amazing hand-held Sony camera…

I pour my beer upon the earth…in celebration!!


To  “the untamed divinities of nature-the oceans, the deserts, the magma at the earth’s core and the powers of storm and rain… the old pagan nature Gods [Goddesses] have not altogether been subdued by the world unification plans of god, the Economy.”

– James Hillman

The Dream And The Underworld by James Hillman

James Hillman RIP!!

“The key here is indirection: if the soul wanders from the body in sleep, then our way of letting the soul return to concrete life must follow the same wandering course, an indirect meandering a reflective puzzling.”

 ~ James Hillman

I have not been able to sleep, this is the time when my mind goes wild. I reflect on bad things done, mistakes, anger, and people who I want to strangle. It is as if I hear these things whispered in my ear. This is the time when the shadow of our nature comes forth.

Are these thoughts ours alone?

James Hillman tells us not to sedate ourselves at these times. He asks us to listen to the children of the night. Listen and ride the conversation. He informs us that even during sleep we do not rest. Our mind goes on a journey into the underworld. Here is where a collective history blends with our own personal one.

Our soul screams to be heard and we need to listen. Not from our intellectual classified mind but from the part of our mind where symbols express themselves through feelings and emotions, through creatively, suffering, and blissful joy.