I named my place on the mountain “Here” after the poem by David Wagoner called Lost.
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes.
I am so often helped by Carl Jung’s articulation that creative life is found in the tension between opposites. If you don’t move to one opposite or the other, but hold the tension between them both, a third aspect that wasn’t there before can arise. He called this the Transcendent
Yesterday I wrote about being shaken. Today, fortunately someone mentioned that I didn’t write a blog for yesterday, which I had, about being shaken. Apparently I was so shaken that I didn’t even realize I wrote it and never posted it! I might never have caught that if it hadn’t