Hi! Most of you know me here. I'm Lena. Things Lena is: a dancer, a writer, a mystic, a nature lover, a shamanic soul, a healer, a teacher, a lover, a friend, a creator, an astrologer, a researcher, a leader, a poet, an actor, a wise elf who would live within an epic fantasy land if she could. 🍃 I've always been a deep feeler. I didn't always have an outlet for this. As a child, it was playing outside, making comedy sketches, and writing. Psychology was always a natural interest of mine, because I have perhaps been, above all, a seeker of truth. I want to understand the psyche. And psyche's first meaning-- before it came to refer to the mind, was soul. 🖤 Soul for me is as James Hillman suggests, "a perspective and not a thing." The early Platonists related to soul as a field of being. The individual was therefore imagined to be inside of soul rather than soul inside the individual. It wasn't until later that philosophers influenced by Christianity imagined the soul as internalized and separate from the world. James Hillman broke from the typical narratives within modern psychology and expanded upon Jung's work but also took it farther, deeper and wider into the field of soul. His persepctive is one of ensouling a world that humanity has "decatheted" from-- that is to say, we've withdrawn our emotional investment from the world structures, cosmologies, rituals and orders that once held us and gave our existence meaning, namely nature itself and our connection to her rhythms. Reweaving soul into life and world, for me, is seeing experience imagistically and symbolically. The beauty of a symbol is that there is never one meaning. The beauty of archetypes is that they embody a spectrum of expressions. I see the psyche as Hillman did-- it's polytheistic. I see identity in a similar way and thus I enjoy exploring new and different parts of myself on the journey of individuation-- which for me ultimately means becoming more ensouled on Earth. The rational mind always wants to pin something down or have a clear teleology for where we are going, but the poetic mind doesn't have this need. It thrives in the numinous, ambiguous dancing of myth and meaning.