Back from Ireland and Scotland and my so-called “experience is food for the soul.” Actually it gave me a bad case of psychological indigestion.
My stimulus for creating a site for these posts was a vague desire to stitch together some sort of autobiography. I can trace that faint impulse back to reading Jung’s, “Memories, Dreams and Reflections,” for a second time, after having read it perhaps 10 years earlier.
When struggling with a difficult situation, Rebecca, one of my best friends in college, would say, “I don’t know how to think about it.” I’m sure the look on my face was not what one would wish to see from a good friend. “
The first step in putting the pieces of my heart back together again came shortly after I moved to New York when I was twenty-nine.
Recently, I have been reading James Hillman, who is probably best described as “neo Jungian.” Without a doubt, Hillman was a genius of the first rank
So where were we? Ah yes, the beachhead Tom has established. As he began to ask the little guy “What are you feeling?” - as he was beginning to imagine him - he reported a sense that something had shifted slightly.
