“...the sole purpose of human existence
is to kindle a light
in the darkness of mere being.”
- C.G. Jung
- C.G. Jung, The Red Book
I woke at 5 am this morning, which isn't all that unusual, but nor is it exactly what I'd wish for. In truth it's been a pretty odd week, quite lousy in some ways. Madness, I can say, does indeed cling to daily life. Among various things seriously not going my way, plus feeling mainly like rubbish, I discovered a hole in one of those very old fillings in a top molar. I suppose I say this because, looking back at the posts for the week, I actually seem pretty serene, like I must have this lovely perfect calm life, all dog walks in the snow, taking pretty photos, and reading poetry, and sipping coffee. A little writing angst thrown in there for good measure, but nothing drastic. I know you all know better.
"If you want to find paths...."
"Life itself has no rules."
I'm here to kindle a light, mainly my own, I'll be perfectly honest. To share the madness of daily life, the beautiful madness. Which is never just one thing, is it?