That’s what he said to me when he saw me. It’s true. He’s right. The circles we move in we are bound to see each other. I suppose when the moon and sun see each other it might be what they say. When one lives in the same circles one is bound to have some interlapping geometry.
Continue reading ‘It’s not really a small world after all’
La Belette Rouge means "The red weasel" in French
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Monthly Archive for April, 2010
I am, even though I am math phobic, a big counter. I like to keep score of myself and I can get a little obsessed with numbers, sometimes to my detriment. I have at times had unhealthy obsession with 4.0 GPA’s and numbers on scales. In my less pathological counting I do things like count how many steps it takes me to get down the stairs and how many comments a given post gets and how many lipsticks I have( all symbols of mild and undiagnosed OCD).
Continue reading ‘I would post 500 times…and I would post 500 more’
I have been home for three days now and I still feel that weird re-entry and mild grief that comes with coming home from vacation. My laundry is clean, my cosmetics are put away and all my calls that came in while I was gone have been returned. I just can’t seem to get back in the swing of things. I think it is because as long as Hillman is in town that the vacation continues. I will see him again at the Hammer museum where we is going to lecture on Jung’s Red Book. And next week I go back to Santa Barbara for a one-day event that he is giving on the mythology of the DSM-IV.
Continue reading ‘Mental hopscotch’
Pacifica Graduate School in Santa Barbara. While I am there I am going to see my wise-old-man-crush, James Hillman. Hillman, whose intellect I am seriously hot for, is leading a seminar, “Old and Young” in which he will explore the archetypes of the Puer Aeternus and the Senex. I am as giddy as a school girl and more than a little farklempt at the idea of a weekend with the Hillman.
I thought in my current state of frenzy that it would be best to make a list so I don’t forget anything.
1. Hope, enthusiasm and excitement. I am going to need a big bag. I have a lot of these.
Continue reading ‘What I am taking with me to Santa Barbara’
I am not one to bust out a Bible story to make my point. I am more likely to turn to Greek mythology, literature, movies or even unproven anecdotes to prove my position. However sometimes an Old Testament story (or myth, depending on your take on the good book) is just the ticket. The other night He-weasel was watching a Discovery or History Channel show (which ever channel it is that has tons of shows about airplanes, WW2, Hitler and sharks) and they were talking about the story of Lot and his wife and how when they were told to relocate out of the city and into the burbs Mrs. Lot was not at all happy with her lot in life. As soon as I heard the story I couldn’t help but see some personal parallels with this salty sister.
Continue reading ‘My lot in life: Please take this post with a big grain of salt’
Many years ago I did EMDR to get over my freeway phobia. The first thing that the therapist did was to tell me that I looked like Julianne Moore, which was not a bad way of creating a therapeutic alliance with me. Sadly I don’t look anything like Julianne Moore; I also don’t look like Sarah Ferguson or Lucille Ball or Molly Ringwald or Ronald McDonald or any other famous redheads. Even more disappointing is the fact that this post has absolutely nothing to do with my hair color. What this post is really about is ladybugs. See, before I did EMDR the therapist had me create a safe place in my head that I could go to when I got overwhelmed by my fear of driving on the freeway. The compliment giving therapist suggested that it should be a place that made me feel calm and good and happy. I tried on a few happy places. First I tried on Paris only I couldn’t decide where in Paris and trying to narrow it down was making me feel the opposite of calm and happy. I tried a few more happy places on before I came to the perfect location.
It was in Big Sur that I had one of the most magical days of my life. Let me share my itinerary with you of that magical day:
Continue reading ‘Ladybug! Ladybug! Fly away to my home.’
It is all thanks to Miss Cavendish’s post, April’s Vogue: Aqua and Re(a)d All Over , that I am back in the fringe of things. It was this picture of Karen Elson that made me dare to try a bang. 
When I told my hairstylist I was considering it she was so excited that she almost began to cut before I gave her the green light. To say the least she was very pro-bang.
Continue reading ‘She bangs/She fringes’
About Me
My name is Tracey, aka La Belette Rouge. I am a psychotherapist and the author of Freudian Sip @ Psychology Today. I blog about psychology, my therapy, dreams, writing, meaning making, home, longing, loss, infertility and other things that delight or inspire me. I try to make deep and elusive psychodynamic concepts accessible and funny. For more information, click here .