Zürich. Snow. Küsnacht. Jung.
Green tea, clear cold light, scarves, and the realization that when I blithely think I can get away with wearing heavy cotton rather than wool I'm just fooling myself.
This time, studying at the Jung-Institut seems well-defined, sharp-edged, demanding but utterly in focus. We will see how that develops, or shifts back and forth.
I confess, although I know I've been here just once in winter (the other time I would have come here I was ill) I don't remember it being this cold – and though I have a few pictures in my head of that time (a group of us near the beach house in the snow, etc.) I don't quite remember how I managed it. Cold weather is after all not one of my favorite things, not by a long shot; but I'll admit it's pretty, at least to view from inside.
And many of the Swiss seem more focused, more well-defined, than in summer – as though this is their real element, and summer is just a bizarre aberration they enjoy for a brief time. (In fact, some of the men look even better than in summer – not that the Swiss are great beauties, but one does see those who look pretty good – as though this is what they are really designed for, in some lab or another.)
I do feel more aware, this time, of different levels of learning, teaching, study, knowing: getting things right, learning masses of things, understanding gestalts, or having the insight to veer through thickets of perception to flashes of what is really important. Various teachers use different modes, with different intentions... letting my grasp of that become instinctive (again) is useful, especially after the overly administered university world where I work back home. A shame it's so hard to convince bureaucrats to leave us alone to do our work – it's really what life is all about, of course....
Well: off to my streetcar, the local train, then Küsnacht and the Institut, in about thirty-five minutes.
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