I like to read Jung (and the Jungians) in the winter because the material is a natural complement to the stillness and bare boned truth reflected the trees. You're already primed to see the truth because the environment is helping you do so. What I know for sure is that the exterior world matches and mirrors the interior world and vice versa. When one side of the mirrored image shifts, so does the other.
The past few weeks, my chosen Beatrice has been Marion Woodman. As someone in my dream group said today, "Jung brought the metaphysical to psychology," and I think she is right. The Jungians touch the soul's pulse. One of the benefits of tracking and working with one's dreams is that you quickly become aware of the patterns, the puzzle pieces seeking completion and fit, and the larger lessons clamoring for consciousness. Reading the below so closely after reading Eliot and marrying it with my own recent dreamscapes gave me chills. So, I share it tonight: