Linda Katherine Cutting's memory slip was brought on by hearing the sound of footsteps which, like the red barn for Jung's patient, cued memories long since gone from recent memories.
For me, this hooked into something I just read in Barbara Hurd's Stirring the Mud; on Swamps, Bogs, and Human Imagination (Boston, MA: Beacon Press, 2001). If you remember, she wrote Entering the Stone; on Caves and Entering the Dark (New York: Houghton Mifflin, 2003).
What Hurd says about the mud is:
"to drop to our knees in algae, push hands into the fringed and seepy edges into which pieces of our lives have sunk, places where year after year the crust grows thin, too thin, finally to mask the sense the underneath the unkempt border something else is breathing: the origins of our worlds, wiser afterthoughts, the whispered asides of the spirit." [p. 3]Notice the words: "seepy", "algae", "edges", "unkempt", "underneath", "border". They support the narrative text tremendous subtext.
When Linda Cutting stopped performing and entered therapy, she was doing exactly what Hurd describes, dropping to her knees, searching beneath the crust.
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