turning to gold
i don't really feel like i can write anymore. or express myself on any matter that i truly care about. my grandpa would say "what, cat got your tongue?" maybe it's something like that. words used to be on my side. i don't know whose side they're on now. i suppose that's why i take pictures, and try to share my pictures, when i can: to express things i can't even express to myself.
i've been reading carl jung. i think i am in love with this man. i was led to this book through a long process of uncoincidences. it has changed my dreams. i suppose i can only hope that it's all part of the journey of individuation that we're all going through, some at a faster pace than others, some farther along on the path than others, but in the end, it's all the same; and we're going there, somewhere, to the center of it all.
they always say, "in the end, everything will be okay," and i've always felt that was sort of a cop-out, but now i think, maybe there's some sense in it. maybe we just have to hold on and believe, and trust our footsteps, even when the wind blows us in the seemingly wrong direction. just keep holding on, keep your eyes open, and when they're not open, keep them open to what is going on inside, deep down.
we're all turning to gold. good luck, and g-d speed. (& a song for the ride: andrew bird - cataracts)