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Memoir as Individuation: December 2013
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8220;One cannot live from anything except what one is.” C.G. Jung. Thursday, December 5, 2013. Many thanks to Patricia Damery for her honest review of my book which she published on her blog and on the Depth Psychology Alliance blog site. Review: Platko's In the Tracks of the Unseen. On December 3, 2013 at 8:00am. Some topics are so controversial we cannot discuss them. Jane Davenport Platko’s. In the Tracks of the Unseen: Memoirs of a Jungian Analyst. In the preface she quotes Jung, “My story is m...
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Memoir as Individuation: June 2014
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8220;One cannot live from anything except what one is.” C.G. Jung. Saturday, June 28, 2014. A meditation on weeding. As trite as it may be to use gardening as a metaphor for living, I find myself while on my knees in my garden pulling out weeds doing just that. The dictionary defines a weed as “a valueless plant growing wild, especially one that grows on cultivated land… any undesirable or troublesome plant…that grows profusely where it is not wanted.”. When is a weed a wildflower? Monday, June 16, 2014.
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Memoir as Individuation: September 2013
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8220;One cannot live from anything except what one is.” C.G. Jung. Sunday, September 29, 2013. A Question of Ethics. If you had asked me twenty-five years ago what my memoirs would be about, and even then I imagined that someday I would publish them, I would not have included in my list of themes, ‘a question of ethics.’. And so this question has become a major theme for me, as I follow In the Tracks of the Unseen. The ethics of love and the ethics of owning my life. Friday, September 27, 2013. Gathering...
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Memoir as Individuation: On Compassion
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8220;One cannot live from anything except what one is.” C.G. Jung. Thursday, May 29, 2014. Kuan Yin is the shortened form of Guan Shi Yin, which means "Observing the Sounds of the World.". In Kuan Yin we feel the feminine element, the archetypal good mother attending to the sufferings of her child. This goddess embraces the spirit of the lotus, the flowering of enlightenment that emerges from the mud. From The Teaching of Buddha; A Compendium of Many Scriptures Translated from the Japanese. Compassion is...
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Memoir as Individuation: The Incest Taboo - in therapy and in life
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8220;One cannot live from anything except what one is.” C.G. Jung. Monday, April 14, 2014. The Incest Taboo - in therapy and in life. I say in my memoir,. To my mind the move from analysis to a romantic partnership was necessarily daunting and those who made it blithely were fools, or worse. But to declare that a union forged along the seam of transference was sure to fail would be a poor prognosis for most relationships—so much of attraction being born of projection. Others could argue my vulnerable hus...
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Memoir as Individuation: May 2014
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8220;One cannot live from anything except what one is.” C.G. Jung. Thursday, May 29, 2014. Kuan Yin is the shortened form of Guan Shi Yin, which means "Observing the Sounds of the World.". In Kuan Yin we feel the feminine element, the archetypal good mother attending to the sufferings of her child. This goddess embraces the spirit of the lotus, the flowering of enlightenment that emerges from the mud. From The Teaching of Buddha; A Compendium of Many Scriptures Translated from the Japanese. Compassion is...
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Memoir as Individuation: a meditation on weeding
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8220;One cannot live from anything except what one is.” C.G. Jung. Saturday, June 28, 2014. A meditation on weeding. As trite as it may be to use gardening as a metaphor for living, I find myself while on my knees in my garden pulling out weeds doing just that. The dictionary defines a weed as “a valueless plant growing wild, especially one that grows on cultivated land… any undesirable or troublesome plant…that grows profusely where it is not wanted.”. When is a weed a wildflower? July 5, 2014 at 9:44 AM.
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Memoir as Individuation: October 2013
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8220;One cannot live from anything except what one is.” C.G. Jung. Thursday, October 31, 2013. And the door I chose was the one without gate-keepers, the one that brings to mind the sounds of Jimmy Cliff singing “You can get it if you really want, but you must try, try and try, try and try.” The rejection slips from years back do not need to stop you. I chose the door that said, “Yes you can! To birth this book on the cusp of Halloween feels timely. I write in Chapter Three about the town where I grew up.
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Memoir as Individuation: February 2014
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8220;One cannot live from anything except what one is.” C.G. Jung. Sunday, February 23, 2014. Madonna of the Pomegranates. Growing up, the way I understood all that was numinous came through the Christian lens of our New England Congregational church. Christ and God, Father and Son, were the central players. Mary appeared in passing, the way women often did. My friend says the dead have a way of communicating with us. In an imaginal world, in a world between worlds, I find a gift from my mother that ...
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Memoir as Individuation: Winter Moods
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8220;One cannot live from anything except what one is.” C.G. Jung. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. Bowing beneath the weight. A colorless gray sky. Through doorways of surrender. 65279;. In the silent dead of winter. Sun breaks the ice gray sky. And each twig of the apple tree. February 25, 2015 at 7:01 AM. Surrender.blooming with light.such brilliant contrasts. Ah. February 28, 2015 at 10:39 AM. Beautiful, wintry images and words…. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Jungian psychoanalyst, and writer.
