by Jeff Howlin | Oct 3, 2020 | Depression, Dreams, Ecopsychology, Editorial, Nature, Poetry, Soul, Symbolic, Trauma/PTSD
Shelter from the storm–Bob Dylan sang about it and the sirens with their beautiful voices lured sailors toward it. When life deals you one heavy blow after another with no end in sight, seeking shelter may seem like the right thing to do. Here in California... by Jeff Howlin | Dec 23, 2019 | Ecopsychology, Editorial, Imagery, Nature, Poetry
Over the Thanksgiving holiday last month, my family and I were “snowed in” in a mountain cottage west of Denver, Colorado. In the Colorado Rockies, snow can come down hard and deep in almost any month. I was fortunate to have 48 hours or so in a... by Jeff Howlin | Mar 1, 2016 | Dreams, Ecopsychology, Editorial, Imagery, Nature, Poetry, Symbolic
There is a fish that lives deep in the ocean dark The fish has evolved over time To “see” in the deep With a lantern as a light Just in front of its eyes A young man Who knew about this strange fish Had a big dream In the dream He was riding his motorcycle... by Jeff Howlin | Feb 6, 2016 | Biology, Depression, Dreams, Ecopsychology, Editorial, Nature, Psyche, Soul, Symbolic, Trauma/PTSD
If your life was like a tree, you would learn to be a master gardener. You would take the time to prune away all of your dead wood. Like the life of a tree, your process of growth and change can be hindered by the dead wood that is left behind. And like a tree that... by Jeff Howlin | May 30, 2014 | Archetypes, Biology, Ecopsychology, Editorial, Imagery, Individuation, Nature
The underdog, the oppressed, the scapegoated, the last-picked for the game, the runt—these characters and the means by which they scrap themselves onward in life, weave themselves into some of our favorite stories and myths. The Biblical story of David and... by Jeff Howlin | Feb 11, 2014 | Ecopsychology, Editorial, Imagery, Nature, Poetry, Psychotherapy, Soul
I went for a walk in the woods quiet and stillness of the forest I smiled I meandered along a gentle stream of flowing water gurgling I relaxed I ran my fingers over long prairie grasses falling back to the sway of the wind I breathed deep I swam in a granite-bottomed...
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