It’s a difficult thing to risk. I’m not talking gambling, but those things that are most essential, like soul tasks…
Misconceptions seem to congregate around such risks like a garland of confusion. There is nothing to say. One must stand firm in the acceptance that the two form a wholeness: risk and misconception.
When I was locked into the work of the poet Charles Olson back in the mid-90’s (it was he that provided my gateway to Jung’s writings), there was a phrase that arose from both his reading and his dreams which found its way into his last work: “that which exists through itself is called meaning.”
These days, perhaps more keenly then when delving into the Olson archive, I recognize how the symbolic realm is both autonomous, or existing of its own accord, while simultaneously generating language, or perhaps, proto-language. Symbols are glyphic. It’s their way of being.
And in our turning to the symbolic realm, we encounter what we collectively seek…the meaningful.
Peppered through the later texts of Jung are references from the alchemist Dorn. The most useful is in many ways the most elusive, for each time I come upon certain insights it seems like a new discovery, though I’ve marked them wildly on each previous read as if that former self had stumbled across some lost treasure.
Chapter One of the Mysterium Coniunctionis ends thus:
“O wondrous efficacy of the fount, which maketh one of two and peace between enemies! The fount of love can make mind out of spirit and soul, but this maketh one man of mind and body.”
Each time I’m able to visit the ocean, I’m reminded how living in proximity to the tides heightens an awareness of the lunar cycle. Change and flux are ever present as the waters rise and recede, the tidal flat like a huge bed receiving the sea twice daily. Within the exchange, the back [...]
After a quick overnight with my folks in Connecticut, we will be spending much of the day in a line of cars slowly weaving its way out onto Cape Cod.
This year’s adventure will be taking a fishing charter out into Cape Cod Bay (Ben’s request). This time of year is still off season, [...]
Reading Screwed Up: My life by Allie Van Wagoner is difficult, for it pulls the covers on a world many of us prefer not to engage with. That being said, story is in many ways our best collective vehicle for healing. It gives pain a structure and an outlet. Bringing what is hidden into the [...]
It’s been an important lesson for me to realize that the bountiful is a quality of Nature and not my rational mind. I’m slow learner, but that’s OK…Nature has all the time in the world.
We are heading into that eight week stretch here at the Cottage where attention needs to shift outdoors. Though we had a frost this morning, that possibility is dwindling each day. Gardens need planting, plants need tending and…I guess you know how the story goes. It’s this window each year, the sowing, that [...]
Turn it over.: It's a difficult thing to risk. I'm not talking gambling, but those things that are most essential, like soul tasks...
Misconceptions seem to congregate around such risks like a garland of confusio...
A rose is a rose...or is it?:
[I requested that y'all (as a young friend of mine from Louisiana would say) submit post topics on Twitter last night and decided to start responding to this one from @tastememory.]
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The Colored Eggs:
Easter eggs point back to a mythological fertility motif that at it's root signifies nature's abundance. May the entire resurrection season deliver an abundance of meaning to you and yours...
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Probing some "what if's?":
Image by Edward Dullard via Flickr
As I approach the one year mark in this space, I think it's important to spend some time in a prospective mode (Yes, I know, yesterday's post was focused on ...