All my life I've longed for and finally found homes that feed my soul.
Sometimes I know a place is mine instantly ~
Or I have to remodel it, push up skylites, break down walls,
create nooks - to express my deepest self.
So when I discovered the works of Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung
I was struck by the familiar ways he fed his own soul.
In his Memories, Dreams and Reflections,
Jung notes that while his scientific writing was satisfying
something was missing!
Although he lived with his family and saw patients
in his formal home in Kusnacht
over the years he built Bollingen, his 'soul home' on lake Zurich.
He drew the plans, letting each space evolve.
With his own hands he hewed the stone, he laid the brick.
He carved sacred words and symbols into stone.
"I had to achieve in stone a kind of representation in stone of my
innermost thoughts and of the knowledge I had acquired . . .
only afterword did I see how all the parts fitted together and that a
meaningful form had resulted: a symbol of psychic wholeness." *
At Bollingen JUNG said he was in the midst of his true life . . .
he could be most deeply himself there.
Year after year Bolligen grew to symbolize his personal journey
and remained a place of "repose and renewal" .
Another soul feeding habit of Jung's resonates with me ~
which is why I love this picture.
He loved to sit beside the river and drag a stick through the mud
creating new rivulets of water -
little rivers meandering where he wished.
A true meditation that I, too, enjoy.