You have to watch yourself, writing books. They have a tendency to write you. Imagine you’re in control at your peril. For me, it’s worse with nonfiction; every book I am embark upon sets off a heart-searching, a soul-searching. I’m now attempting to...
The experiences which have broken me open, torn open the veil and pushed me through, have always been about the land. Like feeling that you’re risking death each day, flying in a single-engined tin can in the bone-shattering afternoon turbulence of an empty New...
It always takes me a while before I can write about the desert, after I’ve been in it. This time, it’s taken even longer than usual. Yes, I’ve been back in New Mexico again; this time, teaching a workshop focused on place – ‘A Psyche the Size...
What is psyche, or soul? It’s a question, of course, which sits at the very heart of psychology; it’s one I’ve been studying in one form or another since, at 17 years old (51 years ago) I decided I was going to become a psychologist, and set about...
Those of you who’ve ever attended any of my workshops which are focused on place and the mythic imagination will remember that I’m always waxing lyrical about geology. About the need to know, and to understand, the rock on which our feet are planted. The...
All the courses and workshops I offer in the mythic imagination have relationship with place, and with the land on which our feet are planted, at their heart. It couldn’t be otherwise; my ancestry is entirely Irish and Scottish, and these are the two countries...
