Robert Romanyshyn

The DVD awakens the bond between the living soul of nature and us

You can purchase it here.
 

In this Jung Platform lecture excerpt, Robert explores the intertwining of psyche and nature in the context of the ecological crisis of the melting polar ice.

 The DVD 'Antarctica: Inner Journeys in the Outer World' is a documentary of a trip I took with my wife to that region of the world in November 2009. The 86 images set to music specifically written for the project and accompanied by a voice over set a tone of reverie that invites one into a landscape of beauty that awakens the ancient bonds between us and the living soul of the world. The frozen forms of ice that dwarf our human presence are crystal cathedrals, which echo the ancient music of nature. Responsive to these harmonies one begins to realize how out of synch with nature we are, and one begins, perhaps, another journey, an interior one from exile toward homecoming.

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Dec 1, 2019  Sunsetting, Alaign, France

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Ronald Duncan's Hut

 

The miracle in the mundane,

    The extra-ordinary in the ordinary

Happens at Ronald Duncan’s hut
 

Sitting quietly, trying to wait out 

 the thoughts in my mind

--taking flight like weightless birds--

to make a place for what wants to be here:

     different birds--
  born in their resistance to gravity—

    pull me toward the sky,

wondering if they know the currents of air that 

hold them up to soar, 

or

if it is the wind calming their desperate flapping, inviting their trust in its promise.
 

Into this emptying space whispers:

ocean     
sky
  rock and wind
  tides
  clouds
  birds
  color
   there and there and there flowers

hills

 green

    curving

    sliding

up

down

rolling waves of stillness

Stones
 

Words!

Sum Zero!!

Should I go into the hut 

    to write this—is it a poem?—

        on paper?
 

Hesitate!
 

    Then I see him as I turn a corner
 

(Rilke’s man on the hill who,

    overlooking his valley for the last time,

will stop and turn and linger

we do live our lives

forever taking leave)

    

    Cap on his head,

        walking stick in hand,

            sweatered in green
 

    He stands there

    

I retreat

        wait a bit

    Do I want this quiet solitude disturbed?
 

    Turning again round the corner toward the hut.

        he is gone

    

    Crossing the threshold into the room

        the man on the hill

        is present
 

        Andrew Lawson!!!

 

He has brought books of John Moat

    as if he has granted my wish

    to have a book of poems, and his especially,

to companion me in this poet’s hut 
 

It is a meeting of two old men

    who have climbed this hill,

a journey whose beginnings are fogged in mystery
 

We talk of the landscape,

    its quiet peace

We talk of ageing,

    of who we have been and not been

    of what we have done and not done
 

Modestly!
 

    Only stories

        in this moment that 

            has always been

                and will be
 

    NOW!

When we part,

 

the hut has had a drop of grace 

added to its walls

July 15, 2019 Mead Farm, Devon, England