I am in Brampton. I get to sleep downstairs in my son’s house, a space almost like a private suite. I have been bonding with my grandson who is almost two years old while his parents are at work during the day. There is nothing else on my agenda other than a planned visit with a Jungian psychiatrist friend who will be in Toronto in a few days. My son will be going with me for this visit. He has the car and knows how to navigate the roads to where I will be meeting with Michael, an American psychiatrist who is well-versed in Jungian psychology.
Since my little grandson is not well, he has been taking frequent naps during the day. With his parents at work, I have been spending most of my time alone not wearing clothes. This image, unplanned, somehow came into existence. Why? Why show more than is needed? Why even take the risk?
While waiting for my wife to arrive, I am finding that I am missing her. It is as though there is a hole in my life. I have become very, very quiet. And it is that quietness that has me again vulnerable to the shadows.