by Jeff Howlin | Apr 29, 2014 | Editorial, Imagery, Individuation, Psychology, Psychotherapy, Soul, Sports Psychology
When you reach the top of North America’s highest chairlift in Breckenridge, Colorado, you will sometimes see a string of people behind and above the lift, carrying skis and poles, climbing even higher. Aside from the joyful pursuit of even fresher powder above the... 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... by Jeff Howlin | Jan 22, 2014 | Archetypes, Consciousness, Creativity, Ecopsychology, Editorial, Imagery, Nature, Poetry, Psyche, Synchronicity
On January, 11, 2014, a good friend of mine who lives in Tucson, AZ, spontaneously sent me a series of photographs taken with a “trail cam.” This camera was mounted in his backyard which backs up to the desert. The photos were all of coyotes in the middle of the... by Jeff Howlin | Nov 16, 2013 | Biology, Ecopsychology, Editorial, Imagery, Nature, Psychology, Psychotherapy, Spirituality, Symbolic, Unconscious
And He said to them, “Cast the net on the right side of the boat, and you will find some.” So they cast, and now they were not able to haul it in, because of the multitude of fish. John 21:6 The past months have seen an abundance of anchovies in the Monterey Bay.... by Jeff Howlin | Oct 28, 2013 | Archetypes, Biology, Dreams, Ecopsychology, Editorial, Imagery, Nature, Poetry, Psyche, Psychology, Symbolic, Unconscious
Any fisherman or fisherwoman knows that fishing is best at dawn and dusk. Similar to the feeding behavior of fishes, other wildlife is most active at twilight during those precious crepuscular moments. Crepuscular is a term used in biology to describe animals that are... by Jeff Howlin | Sep 24, 2013 | Archetypes, Imagery, Nature, Poetry, Soul, Symbolic, Unconscious
Sitting on a small island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean I can’t help but notice the wind. As the temperatures climb, the trade winds pick up bringing with them a cooling breeze as thoughts and memories drift and shift with the symphony of the wind. Something deep...
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