Delaney Jane
Bio
I write teach and study religion, myth, depth psychology and dreamwork all in pursuit of the symbolic life.
http://thissymboliclife.wordpress.com
Stories (5/0)
All Alone in the World
The Orphan is an enigma. As the representative of a kind of numinous loneliness, the orphan is both special and outcast. There is a holiness to her exiled state and once redeemed, representative of the true embodiment of the Self. The Orphan archetype is of great significance to the work of C.G. Jung and archetypal psychology and its appearance marks an important moment on the road to the individuated Self which can be symbolised through the “numinous character of the child”.
By Delaney Jane3 years ago in Psyche
How I Learnt About Sorrow
As a child all of the stories I remember circulated around my grandmother's willow tree. It was the setting for every tale and featured in every story I read for many years. My grandmother was enamoured with Australian stories about native flowers and gum nut babies and as a nature artist herself she loved to paint leaves and foliage in minute detail while I sat in the corner of her basement studio and lost myself in the pages of May Gibbs’ fantasy picture books. But the story I remember being most affected by was one called ‘Dot and the Kangaroo’ by Ethel Pedley. My grandmother would tell it to me in instalments when I stayed with her until I was old enough to read it for myself and then I read it over and over again to try and recreate the tender feelings it evoked in my growing heart.
By Delaney Jane3 years ago in Families
The Story My Grandmother Will Never Tell...
...how she as a gifted artist and young girl of 18 met and fell in love with a charismatic painter who swept her off her feet and only began to play around when the first baby came and then another and she put up a brave front and did her best only to find another pregnancy arrive unexpectedly, and a message from her love that she would never see his face again if she brought that child into the house so she did what any mother would and packed up her suitcase and her two three year old children and roamed the streets looking for a flat which her mother helped her pay for while she gestated and finally birthed this child and then gave it up for adoption not just for the man who would never return to her or his children but cos she couldn’t feed it and she buried that grief in her heart and never spoke of it again, not even to her own children who longed to know the brother or sister that they never met.
By Delaney Jane3 years ago in Families
