The darkness of fall is upon me. I turn in again to reflect. These cold months are about coming to terms with our own darkness, I'm convinced.
I'm listening to a podcast about the Jungian notion of the shadow
and how important it is to creativity -- http://www.thetoolsbook.com/toolbox/.
My shadow is backed into a corner and howling in indignation. What the f are you doing to me? Pay attention! I'm f ing starving! Give me something I can sink my teeth into! I'm hungry!
I am watching my shadow fearfully. What, me?
Yes, you, stupid. I'm wretched. Give me something!
Like what?
Meat! Substance! Meaning!
I'm not sure I have any.
Bullshit!
Okay. I'll look into it.
I'll try writing again. I'll show up and hope for everything that hasn't been flowing for a long, long time.
I'll start tomorrow.
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