by Jeff Howlin | Dec 10, 2022 | Dreams, Ecopsychology, Imagery, Nature, Psyche, Psychology, Symbolic, Uncategorized
Of all humanity’s clever tools, perhaps the greatest is metaphor. Buffalo can serve as the metaphor for all wildness, and the lesson in their near extinction and return can inform us all about bringing our planet back to balance. —Dan O’Brien, Great Plains Bison In my... by Jeff Howlin | Jun 20, 2022 | Dreams, Imagery, Poetry, Uncategorized
In my last blog post, I wrote about the image of the butterfly. The image of the bridge is another significant and common image that presents in dreams. A butterfly image can be an image of transformation. The bridge can also be an image of potential transformation... by Jeff Howlin | Apr 22, 2022 | Ecopsychology, Imagery, Nature, Poetry, Uncategorized
There is nothing in the caterpillar that tells you it’s going to be a butterfly. Buckminster Fuller Let me tell you about the butterfly. It is an image of transformation. It is not just any image. The journey from egg, to chrysalis, to caterpillar to butterfly,... 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 | Jun 28, 2019 | Dreams, Imagery, Individuation, Psyche, Psychology, Soul, Sports Psychology, Symbolic
On August 10, 2011, I published an article on this blog titled, Jungian Psychology and Sports. I am re-visiting this topic now due to a very short, but meaningful dream that I had recently. The dream: I made a really long basketball shot. Shortly after this dream I... by Jeff Howlin | Sep 9, 2016 | Editorial, Imagery, Soul, Symbolic, Synchronicity, Trauma/PTSD
I could not breathe. Hot, tired and afraid, I was. Trapped in the middle of a crowd of strangers in an airport—people looking at one another more from suspicion than from wonder. Me—held in my mother’s arms while being touched and bumped by bags and elbows. There,...
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