Midway upon the journey of our life



I found myself within a forest dark

For the straightforward pathway had been lost

Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say

What was this forest savage, rough and stern,

Which in the very thought renews the fear.

So bitter is it, death is little more


The Azores

These islands seem to represent something significant. An archetype. They are some of the highest mountains on earth – arising from 2,000 metres below the surface of the Atlantic to peaks of 2,350 metres above sea level. Poised right at the meeting point of three restless tectonic plates – the North American Plate, the Eurasian Plate and the African Plate. The islands appear unified and stable, but they anything but that, out there in the centre of the limitless ocean. I imagine the sea constantly moving around the gigantic base 2 kilmotres below the surface…

Conjugating Jung

Animus, Anima.  Declension of nouns describing polarity,  intending integration

Animare. A verb. To live lovingly. Already connected, in conversation. A dance. Conjugation to wholeness.




Loss: Loss, Cry, Redemption


Loss, Cry, Redemption

The sensation of loss is the consequence of boundary and separation – the disintegration from the beginning which we all struggle in our own way to heal.