Process leads into territory that cannot be anticipated. As a training analyst once cautioned me, “You do not know what you are asking for.” And so, just as the circumnavigating explorer could not anticipate the distant lands and exotic creatures he would encounter, a depth process by definition extends into the unknown regions of soul. And the challenges of process, all the appropriate preparations are but little insurance. Jung did not beat around the bush on this issue, the engagement is a matter of life and death.
I gain some strength from the poet Robert Creeley who left behind the insight that there comes a point whereby all we can do is clean up the little area within our reach, noting as he did the need to empty the ash trays and pick up the gathered dust balls. These delimiting soul tasks, like the attention given to the window box above ((this box adorns the window of a tavern on Jane Street)), show forth a simple, and fully related attribute: care.