Through a Jungian Lens

At times it feels as though the heat and the winds that are part of the alchemical process of transformation, leave one feeling dessicated, a husk of what and who one used to be.  One has entered into the process of “self” being stripped of its metaphysical wrappings in order to free an inner voice, the source of inner guidance which serves as a guide through the transformative process which allows the self to emerge out of the purifying flame like the Phoenix.

Spending this time in Mexico, in the land of the Mayans, I see and sense much that leads me to wonder.  I see the acts of the sea and the winds which have scoured so much of man’s puny efforts.  And out of what often looks like sterilized concrete, life arises defiantly in bright greens and reds.  This gives me hope in my own transformative process.  I won’t wither and vanish, I will re-emerge showing a different self, one that is vital and animated.