The Facts of Life

That you were born and you will die. That you will sometimes love enough and sometimes not. That you will lieif only to yourself. That you will get tired. That you will learn most from the situationsyou did not choose. That there will be some things that move youmore than you can say. That you […]

Boundaries of the Soul

Boundaries of the Soul book cover

Boundaries of the Soul is more than just an introduction to Jung and the practice of Jung’s psychology; it is an invitation for the reader to journey into their own inner world and emerge a more complete and individuated soul.

Neverne Covington

The Map is Not the Territory

Neverne Covington has drawn and painted since childhood. Having grown up in the American South, she found an endless source of inspritaiton in the resplendent light, verdant landscape, and botanical diversity of her surroundings. The imagery that comes to life in her work is inspired both by direct observation and memory. The forms in her work are combinations of abstraction and figuration, which address the flow of time and movement and the rhythm of nature.

God’s Movie Night

Tall and proud,
A young wave
Approaches the beach
Its eagerness on bold display
As it flaunts a perfect 1.618 curl

Connecting with the hard reality of the shoreline
The wave is born onto the land
In a sizzling collapse of spray and foam

In Midlife

In Midlife, book cover

Forty-one years ago, Murray Stein gave an eight-part course for the Jung Institute of Chicago called “The World of Hermes and the Experience of Liminality,” a title, he confessed, that would probably scare off potential readers if put in book form to the public at large.

Raindrops on Rooftops

Then, it began to rain.And I thanked the replaced roof,The materials, the laborers, the sun.And I discovered the gift of work that is done. And work that is done methodically,Without skipping steps,Without much shade or rest,Just enough.Then, I thanked the rain for the reminder.For the savings on the water billand the water shed she sought […]


And it was at that age…Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from–winter, a river, Don’t know how or when, no, not voices, not words, or silence, but from a street it called me, from the branches of night, suddenly among others, among violent fires or going […]

Full Consciousness

You are carrying me, full consciousness, god that has desires, all through the world. Here, in this third sea, I almost hear your voice: your voice, the wind, filling entirely all movements; eternal colors and eternal lights, sea colors and sea lights. Your voice full of white fire in the universe of water, the ship, […]