Notes from a life paying attention.
Then I came across some of the forgotten active imagination sessions from the years prior.
I started to transcribe them.
As I read them, I saw them differently than I did when I had the sessions. Right there on the page in front of me was some of the deepest wisdom I could have had at that time in my life, and here I just closed the book on it.
I had felt compressed for days, like I was collapsing in on myself. Something churned in the background, just beyond reach. Like I was fighting something, but what? There was a visceral even, physical response to this pressure. My muscles became sore, and my neck seemed to crystalize. What was this? It felt connected toContinueContinue reading “Active Imagination Part 1 of 2: The Old Man”