I noticed that my last several blog entries have been really fluffy. I figure it's time for something with substance lest everyone thinks I lack depth. It's not all quizzes and froof and mommy stuff. On occasion I do get a chance to ponder deeper things.
I've been very interested in Carl Jung and his concept of the
collective unconscious recently. I've always felt like there was some
source of shared memories and instincts, but never had a term to use to
describe my ideas. Spanish Moss offered to lend me a book on the
subject (Thanks, SM! ),
but since he's in Ohio and I'm feeling impatient, a trip to the library
seemed to be in order. After searching the online catalog, I
discovered (not to my surprise) that the Edgecombe County library
system has ONE book on or by Carl Jung and it's all the
way out in a neighboring town. Worth the drive? Probably not,
especially since I'm not even sure were I would be going. Feeling very
dissapointed and glum I head over to the one little lonely shelf that
holds all of the Wicca and New Age books, just to be reminded that I've
read them ALL. *sigh*
Then as I'm walking away forlorn, a book on a neighboring shelf catches my eye. It has a very intriguing title, The Woman Who Gave Birth To Her Mother,
by Kim Chernin. I skim the jacket description and since the title is
so intriguing I snatch it up and lug it home atop my stack of books on
desert biomes and optical illusions.
Imagine my delighted surprise when I snuggle down under the covers
last night, flip open this book and discover the opening line is a quote
from none other than Carl Jung.
"Every mother contains her daughter in herself and every daughter her
mother, and every woman extends backward into her mother and forward
into her daughter."
Keith will attest to my rambling on about the source of women's
intuition. A child spends nine months inside of her mother's body,
intimately surrounded by her, subject to the changes in her hormones,
affected by her emotions and thoughts. Could we inherit our mother's
memories? And if she contains her
mother's memories, why not the memories back for generations? Could we
possibly have access to such a vast bank of wisdom and not even be aware
of it? And if time is not linear (and I don't believe it is) then why
couldn't we tap into the memories and experiences of our progeny. One
of my favorite quotes from Through the Looking Glass is what the
White Queen says to Alice, "It's a poor sort of memory that only works
backwards." But unlike the Alice in the story this possiblility
makes this Alice a bit giddy.
I certainly have a lot more pondering to do. The first 5 chapters of
the book have proven to be a good read. I love it when the Universe
hands you exactly what you need right when you need it.