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 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.
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
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.
Forty-two years ago, Daryl Sharp, the publisher of Inner City Books, had a mother of an idea: “I am going to publish nothing but manuscripts by Jungian analysts.”
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 […]
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, […]
Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array; the swelling presence, and […]