Through a Jungian Lens

All it takes is a puff of air . . .

Yes, all it takes is a puff of air and the seeds with their feathery carriers will scatter the whole into a chaotic dispersion of relocation; what was once one becomes blown apart into tiny possibilities. But, until that time of resurrection there is a period of darkness, winter, which will test the tiny container that holds the promise of a new life, transformed life.

I thought I knew what I was going to talk about with this photo, but now that the words are beginning to emerge, I have found my head shifting into something else. I think instead of that “puff of air” as the centre instead of the scattered seed which will emerge as life renewed and transformed. Immediately upon writing “the puff of air” I thought of creation and of Genesis, how like a puff of air the universe and life came into being. The “puff of air” became a creative force, not a destructive dispersing force that pulls life apart.

The creative force which contains all possibilities, all that belongs to our past, our present and our future; and the past, present and future that might have been is like this flower (or weed) that then renders itself asunder in order to create the possibilities of life.