REMEMBERING

By Lian Brook-Tyler

For most of us, learning the language of the soul is in part relapsing into a guilty pleasure we attempted to give up in order to grow up.

It is through once again valuing our inner world… our dreams, fantasies, visions and reveries… that our soul sees light of day.

But we will hear shaming voices, internal and maybe external too, telling us that to do so is wrong, pointless, childish, indulgent and nonsensical - the pursuit of losers, wasters and dreamers.

If Jung, arguably one of the greatest geniuses of our time, can prioritise the childlike play of building a miniature village and painting elaborate illustrations of his dreams, then perhaps we can be courageous enough to reclaim the daydreams we were scolded for at school.

Our very souls depend on it.