Paul Attinello

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  • Gifts

    Again, in Zürich/Küsnacht at the Jung-Institut, I keep intermittently experiencing myself as bitter, irritable, critical, unfair. Sigh. It's hard to disentangle or clarify this… as always. It doesn't feel as though it's all quite so maddening this time, though – and, also as usual, a number of people obviously experience me as pleasant, fun, even kindly…

  • Packing

    … no, not *that* kind. I'm off to Zürich in an hour – the Jung-Institut, seminars, and my first series of exams. The weather is very warm there at the moment – entirely unlike here; trying to pack a variety of things, of course. Do you remember Sunday Bloody Sunday? Peter Finch and the incredible…

  • Changes and recoveries

    A remarkable analysis session today… after feeling stuck for some weeks, rapid inner change and reflection. I walked away thinking of fun house mirrors – how one inevitably looks at oneself and the world through all kinds of distortions; and the power of analysis is the increasing ability to sense the distortions, to become easily…

  • Late; sleepy

    As we veer away from the full moon… and the weather returns to the dim gray rainy quality it's had so much for the past weeks. A sense of impending complication, entanglement, or loss; of ventures foundering, of things not going… well, as planned. As though the entire idea of planning things, of trying to…

  • An unfinished fairy tale…

    [My analyst told me about a brilliant exercise they did at the Jung-Institut in the 1980s – something we should do again, I think: write a fairy tale. I started this one last fall: it aims for some sort of journey or change… I haven't written more on this one; I may put it aside…

  • Learning and insight

    Another day of reading, study, writing – broken up by lunch with a pleasant guy who is recently diagnosed HIV+, who wanted to talk about what he is going through, plus our normal HIV patient presentation to the medical students. Much study and writing is relatively continuous, work-like… but sometimes it is like a light…

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