Since the leaves started turning green in March, I have been on quite a tear.  Motorcyle riding, fishing, gardening, travel and learning a bit of photography.  After all, isn’t that what Spring is for?  Now it’s insane clown hot every day, so I have reverted to indoor activities, especially reading.  And this summer’s theme is depth psychology.

I have been attracted to the work of Carl Jung for nearly 20 years, going back to my days of studying theology with the Episcopalians and Roman Catholics.  There was a lot of fascination with the collective unconscious, dreams and archtypes in those circles and a willingness to entertain different approaches to the God-idea, even among some of the more doctrinal folks.

Now, a few years after setting these lines of thought aside for ageing like a good cabernet while I indulged my happy hedonist nature, it’s time to uncork the bottle and savor them once again.  (I just can’t let go of those hedonistic metaphors).  About a hundred pages into Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious I realized that perhaps some warm ups were necessary.  That is some tough going right off the bat.  So I picked up Memories, Dreams and Reflections to gently stretch my mind in preparation for the more challenging essays in Archetypes.  Jungian therapist Robert A. Johnson’s biography Balancing Heaven and Earth also helped get the mind focused again.

So the symbols – some new, some old, are stirring with meaning again.  I had begun to suspect that they were dead for me forever but I should have known better.  Now though, some of the old ones are stripped of so many of the romantic trappings that I enveloped them in before.  And an old symbol viewed with fresh eyes is privilege not to be taken for granted.

Labyrinth at University of St. Thomas - Houston

Labyrinth at University of St. Thomas - Houston