Through a Jungian Lens

The last night together in the back yard called for a wiener roast, s’mores (I want some more) and a good old-fashioned sing-along to children’s songs such as “Froggy Went a’ Courting” and “My Little Rooster.”  My wife, Maureen, decided it was time to get a photo of me seeing as I didn’t have the camera glued to my hands.  A little blur on the fingers suggests that this was a bit of an active song for the young ones who were busy making all kinds of animal sounds.

This is another small tradition in our home.  Every visit to the grandparents has to include a sing-along by the fire in the summer, or the fireplace in the winter.  I’ve pretty much given up playing music except for these traditions.  Why?  I think it has to do with “to every thing, turn-turn-turn, there is a season, turn-turn-turn, and a time for every purpose under heaven.”

This is my season to write.  That said, I will honour our family traditions so that the young ones get a sense of extended family, roots and traditions.  It’s the small things that anchor one so that one isn’t adrift without a life raft in the great big sea of life.