I had some more thoughts regarding psyche sparked by a beautiful photograph Rev. Daniel Budd sent. (As many of you know, Rev. Budd is reverend at the Unitarian Universalist Church where we hold many of our programs. He is also the President of the Jung Cleveland Board.) I’ve attached it to this blog entry. I find it a phenomenal expression of the power of nature to embody the larger numinosity of the psyche. The picture below is of the Madison river in Yellowstone National Park. When I saw its glow, I immediately thought of the numinous energy right here on earth – in our environments and in our lives.
I find it a phenomenal example of nature's power to embody the larger numinosity of the psyche. The numinous is the glimmer of magic when the psyche breaks through into the mundane activities of our lives, into our connection with nature, and through the miracle of synchronicity. Many of you may have had the opportunity to attend the recent lecture and workshop with Lionel Corbett. In his book, Psyche and the sacred: Spirituality beyond religion (2007), Dr. Corbett regards the numinous as a connection that offers a “profound sense of union or oneness with the world and with other people” (p.2).
The numinous can touch us in even the most mundane activities. Allison Moreno, a Jungian analyst and poet, captures this beautifully in an article she wrote for the Jungian journal, Psychological Perspectives (2010). She writes:
I see my world as being interconnected, each element as related as those around it as the tectonic plates which make up the earth’s surface, whole continents slipping easily over the sphere’s body, yet joining, part of one globe...My writing, my reading, my relationship, my running, my garden, the house that I live in, my job at the bookstore, and my breathing, as all being part of the same thing. My critic, when manifesting in his negative aspect, does not understand this. Cannot see that the chard I am washing for my dinner (even the dirt which falls from the chard as I turn the sturdy leaves under the water) bears an intimate relation to the next poem I may write. The chard may not be in the poem, but it will inform it. This is crucial, this simple dailyness, a praxis. (p. 56)
So psyche is not only the stuff of dreams and our unconscious. It is the living, breathing expression of those magical intrusions of meaning and beauty. My hope is that all of us can connect with such transcendent beauty in the coming week. With best wishes…
Hallie Durchslag, LISW