As I begin to read C.G. Jung’s Memories, Dreams, Reflections, I have new creative inspiration. I want to tell stories again, share what’s happening – the mundane, the profound. I want to bask in the symbolism that has always been my guide, but never made much sense before. I am laughing about what a joke life really is with all its expectations, all its grim fears, even its giddy bliss. The Soul of Cabo, pictured above, is my talisman for 2018.
I don’t think I can express with enough gratitude exactly what this crazy man, deceased 10 years before my birth, now means to me. I wonder how my life would have been different had I read this book years ago. Perhaps not at all. Perhaps I needed all the life experience up to the particular moment last night when I started to drink from this new fountain.
He reported his first memory of a dream was one that came to him at 4 years old. It didn’t make sense to him until he was 63. It was a touchstone throughout, only he didn’t know it at the time. The symbolism from that dream shaped his inner life and determined his outer life. His perspectives on religion, on Adam and Eve, and on sin are exactly what my soul seeks this morning.
So many poets are speaking to me, drawing me out from the gloomy cloud of this painful year. All parts of me are listening with vibrant curiosity.
“Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome…. The part that appears above ground lasts only a single summer…. What we see is the blossom, which passes. The rhizome remains.” (C.G. Jung)
“Go where the love is, trust, and fall back into the divine goodness you are.” (my dear friend, M)
“And the less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.” (Indigo Girls)
“Sin is insanity. It is the means by which the mind is driven mad, and seeks illusions where the truth should be, and where it really is.” (A Course in Miracles)
“These cycles of days and seasons and years of life and death, of love and loss, are just where the soul shows up to play and learn. There is another place where the soul is free and everlasting.” (Shervin Boolorian, after Laur departed)
Driving home from work last night, looking up through my open sunroof, I saw, against the perfect blue sky, two cranes sharing a sunset stroll across their vast new field. A smile washed over my whole body as I observed my parents enjoying one another again, in another place, and still watching over me.
This year of lessons allowed me to feel small; tiny like a child afraid of monsters in the dark. It has been painful, yet I’m grateful, and all is forgiven. I’m back now.