More than a year and more than 400 handwritten pages later, the active imagination came to its end. The remembering very quickly moved into a strange scene of my dog and myself falling down a small hole into another world, a fantasy world. I began with a childhood memory of walking with my dog in hills above the sea. Remembering how she had always suggested, and honored, and discussed with me, many “active imaginations,” However, because of my deep trust in and feeling for Emma Jung, I took the dream literally as well as psychologically. I had come to study again at the Jung Institute, to explore myself further, and to travel in between learnings. I had not come to Zurich planning to write. Write some pages every day.” And the dream ended. Soon after my first return to Zurich after that sad and unexpected event, I dreamed that she came to me in the garden at Kusnacht, greeted me warmly, smiled, and said, “You must start writing.
This awareness was so startling that I had to stop and examine it, because she never knew about the book, and I never knew about it either, until after her death. In the midst of my memories suddenly I realized that I probably would never have written my first novel for young people without her! Jung, Emma Jung and Toni Wolff: A Collection of RemembrancesĪ few weeks ago I was walking in the spring woods and recalling Emma Jung-that incomparable Swiss “godmother”-and I was going back to the initial meeting with her.
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