A pilgrim’s progress; From this world to that which is to come. Bunyan This month for our reflections I’d like to offer up an extended riff upon the idea of pilgrimage, of being a pilgrim and of the many ways in which lives and our language, both outward and inner, are shaped by this metaphor.

A cure through love. Our title this month is borrowed from a phrase that Freud used in a letter to Jung written in 1906. And in the context of that letter Freud writes, “Psychoanalysis is in essence a cure through love,”  and that’s quoted in a book Freud and Man’s Soul by Bruno Bettelheim. But what should

Hello once again. So this May, as every May in recent times, the month of May is Mental Health Awareness Month in certainly the UK, North America, I am imagining also in other places, certainly in the English speaking world, potentially beyond through the influence of things like the World Health Organisation. So I thought

“Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future,And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation.What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.Footfalls echo in