It’s time to add a few more words here for all who find their way to this page. The past few days have not been all that wonderful. Of course, no one in their right mind would ever expect that every day needs to be perfect, or some resemblance to Paradise. Just like the weather and the seasons are constantly changing, so do our moods and our relationships. As you can tell by the photo, I am spending some time in shadow country, the place where the unconscious and the shadows are contained behind seemingly impenetrable barriers. Seeming is the right word.
As much as we think we have control of who we are, what we say, and what we do, our shadow has a different opinion. The shadow slips out and creates havoc while we are unaware of its presence. Later, when we come back to our conscious selves, we are confronted with the messes we have unconsciously made. “Did I really say that? Did I really do that?” are quickly followed by adamant denials. We are left wondering why the people around us would say such mean things about us.
Naturally, we see this happening to others. We have witnessed the things said and done which are fervently denied. Yet, we think ourselves so in control that we react in the same way when it is our turn to be caught, or should I say, others have witnessed the shadow sides of ourselves in action.
So why am I writing about this, today? It likely comes out of no going through a second round of editing my first volume of the autobiography, at least in part. There is more in the equation – there is always more in the equation – but I am not ready to discuss it here. Some parts of my life are not for public consumption. Suffice to say, that this state of being will pass, like all storms pass, and I will return to a life that I cherish.