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Red shoes & leaving

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | May 26, 2012 - 12:00am

Many of the people who have been reading me over the years must remember that once upon a time I was “in love” with Carl Gustav Jung.

Modern Living

Wild & mature Jungian

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | October 8, 2005 - 12:00am

The day started badly enough so I took off for Rico-Renzo Gallery, ordered the largest breakfast they had, which I did not truly want, and ate it joylessly anyway. I was an hour early for the Wild Woman Workshop,...

Modern Living