A fear of becoming

The soul, that glancing, Aeolian*, thing, elusive as a butterfly. C G Jung, Archetyes and the Collective Unconscious *Soul, from Old German saiwalo, may be cognate with aiolos, “quick moving, changeful hue, shifting”


...when God is personally present, a living Spirit, that old, constricting legislation is recognized as obsolete. We're free of it! All of us! Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face. And so we are transfigured much like the Messiah, our lives gradually becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him. 2 Corinthians 3:18b

The light footed soul

I chanced upon this wee Jung quote. There is no natural tendency in slower hours to reach for Old German texts! But it did beg the question: Do I picture the soul as something that is merely static, something to be maintained and kept unsullied? Or, as this quote suggests, is it meant to be quick moving, light footed even, designed with a changeful hue, something that shifts? I like this idea and it adjusts or unsticks some heavy footed, stay at home sense that has been hanging around. It lets me go a little bit more. And I wonder am I holding on, holding back even, for fear of what my faith may become?