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This image is of the Pha That Luang stupa which is found in the capital city of Laos, Vientiane, a stupa that is said to contain a relic of Buddha. I am sure that there are a lot of stories to be told about the stupa and the people, but as most have learned here about me, the images are not really about being a tourist and telling tourist tales of places, information and history. There are many great sites out there already dedicated to that and I really don’t have the inclination or the discipline to do this type of blogging. Rather, the images are really just excuses to wander in a different world, one that is imaginal for the most part.
In saying this, I risk devaluing the work of active imagination. The point is not to create some fairy tale world of make believe, but to somehow approach stuff about one’s self that is hidden in shadows and forgetfulness, hidden from the prying mind that likes to think it “knows” everything.
The mind and the body via the senses are determined to limit the universe to concreteness, to the evidence that is placed overtly before the ego through all the body organs of which I include internal and external organs such as the mind. If anything contradicts the evidence or the facts that is stored, then it is dismissed as some “fiction.” People who operate on this factual level of reality have little to no patience with those who somehow perceive, intuit, imagine, dream other realities. One hears all kinds of comments such as “Wake up and smell the roses!” or “Earth calling, ______.” For someone like myself who often takes trips into “lala-land” it is a lot of work to block out the “otherness” that lies at the edges , above, beneath and within the overt realities celebrated by the “normal” people.
I can’t say as I understand the resistance that is generated to a deeper, fuller reality. Stuff happens, coincidences happen, wrong results happen, miracles happen, or perversely, stuff doesn’t happen when it should. It is only in allowing ourselves to wander past the self-imposed straight jackets that we get to tentatively glimpse something bigger, deeper, fuller and somehow beyond the limits of our human bodies. It is only in this way that one finds the presence of soul, that one nourishes the self from this soul.
And so, I bring photos here that open a chick in the armour of the mind so that I can go wandering in a hidden universe of the human psyche wrapped within the bosom of the wholeness of all that is and isn’t that is hard to name.
I was fortunate enough to get this photo of a father and his son in the surf. When I find people with my lens, I wonder what kind of people they are. Of course, it is too hard to tell from observation only, especially limited observation as in passing these people by while walking or any other mode of movement.
In the early morning, I go for a jog on the beach with my wife. It has become a new habit, or should I say, a re-visited habit. I began running when I was a young teenager and only quit running in the 90s due to a number of circumstances such as heel spurs and midlife angst.
Returning back to this morning, while running I go into an inner space and almost lose track of my surroundings. Of course I am not so “zoned out” that I am unaware of logs or stones or people on the periphery of my senses. Still, I go to an inner place and my thoughts swarm almost as though there is no control. My head fills with thoughts of what I will write, how I am coping with the demands on my body, dreaming while awake. This is classic unscripted introversion.
And my wife, whom I have previously mentioned meets the world with an extraverted attitude, is running beside me. I am aware of her there and set a pace that isn’t too much, yet still asking a bit more from her as she builds her strength and endurance. She is tuned into the world around her. She notes all the sounds, the sights and the activities. I know that if someone else was running beside her there would likely be some conversation to fill in the silence.
To the extravert, in these circumstances, the introvert is in fairy land and not good company at all. So how does this get interpreted and understood by the extravert and the introvert? Well, the answer to that question isn’t really all that important. What is important is how each handles the “self” in relation to the “other” at times like this. And this, is an area of dealing with one’s shadow.
And now, a few words from Sharp:
Introversion and extraversion, as a typical attitude, indicates an essential bias that conditions one’s whole psychic process. The habitual mode of reaction determines not only the style of behavior, but also the quality of subjective experience. Moreover, it determines what is required in terms of compensation by the unconscious. Since either attitude is by itself one-sided, there would be a complete loss of psychic balance if there were no compensation by an unconscious counter position.
Hence alongside or behind the introvert’s usual way of functioning there is an unconscious extraverted attitude that automatically compensates the one-sidedness of consciousness. Similarily, the one-sided extraversion is balanced or modified by an unconscious introverted attitude. (Sharp, Jung Uncorked: Book One, 2008, p. 71)
Curious thing for me, numbers. I have posted 230 times since I began this site on November 27, 2008. So far I have received just over 5800 visits to the site, about 25 per post or 22 per day. On average, there have been about two comments per post over the whole period. Of course, trying to find even one post that falls within this set of stats would likely find no such individual posts. So why does one even bother with statistics since they point to something that is anything other than objective reality? I know why I look to the numbers. I don’t expect them to point to a particular thing. All I expect to see is a generalized canvas, I get to see the forest rather than the trees as I look at the global picture.
So what does this global picture tell me? Well, first, it tells me that I am not writing words that disappear into the ether unread. Somewhere in the numinous space of cyberwaves, others have paused to glimpse, if only briefly at the words and the images. I learn that a few have spent more than just a passing moment with my images and thoughts. A smaller group have spent enough time to offer comment or to ask questions. In some amazing way, connections have been established and a curious set of relationships have taken shape, cyber relationship.
All of this serves to cause me to rethink some of my words and thoughts. In a way, this is like walking into a hall of mirrors in which “others” serve to resonate/reflect/mediate the words that have found their way to this space. In the end, I become hopefully, more conscious of my “self.”