Many of you know that I’ve been a member of a Jungian dream group for over 15 years. We gather twice month to tell each other our latest dreams, and respond from our hearts, our minds, our bellies and our Jungian ears.
Those ears are informed by Jung’s understanding of dreams, of the collective unconscious, his belief in the power of myth, his exposition of archetypes and their action in our unconscious. The big stories, in other words – for instance, our own personal big story of Mother in our lives, and the story we share around the planet of Mother.
The first biography I read of Jung was his autobiographical Memories, Dreams, Reflections. The second, about 5 years ago, was a wonderful and learned bio which I loaned out and no longer remember the author’s name. I’m sure I could google or wiki and know it in less than a minute.
And then, a couple of weeks ago, a friend and I attended one of the wonderful Greater Cincinnati Friends of Jung Friday night seminars, where the doorprize was a new Jung biography. She turned to me and said ‘I’m reading this one, so if I win it, I’ll give it to you.’
Therefore, it was no surprise to me that she won and I am now faced with a third bio – which promises, in scholarly tones, all the dish on the Father of Dreams.
My plate is heaped high with great stuff to read – will this be an entree or dessert? Way too big and heavy to be the salad. Stay tuned – I’ll review it as I go.