This is a surprise. I don’t remember having back-to-back posts before. This morning I wandered again down the railway track, and as the past few times, I did so while nude. I wait until the track has turned a bend and the house to the north of the tracks is hidden behind a copse of trees. There was something shifting within me once again, a glimpse of the shadow that I had thought I had buried for good the past year in China. Yet, in this image, it showed its face.
I found these words in the latest entry for the photo book:
“The only mysteries remaining are those of relationship, of love. In spite of our belief in reason, we are pulled into a different mystery. We accept this pull and even revel in it as long as we feel we are in control, that we
are fully aware.”
“As long as we feel we are in control.” Ouch! It is hard to believe that I wrote those words earlier today for the book. There is definitely no “feeling of control” being experienced by me despite the fact that I have control for the most part. Where I don’t have control lays deep within my unconscious. My nudity is a reflection of that “shadow” oozing out of the depths.
I think I will be back … maybe.