“The journey into the self, into the nameless and the formless, is first and last an act of abandonment.”
A still, cool and unnervingly quiet day out there…
Off to see Mother Vera later at the Borderlines Film Festival later. Can’t wait!
So, not altogether unpredictably I ended taking an unscheduled ice bath by falling into the brook! Although I won’t over dramatise, I’ll call it what it is – wild paddling.
Coffee first and then I have to chop/ prune/ wrestle a fallen tree out of the brook. Typically I have no waterproof footwear so it looks like I’ll have to go in barefoot 🥶🤦♂️!
Huh. Never heard of Próspera before until I read this. When hell looks like a Caribbean holiday.
“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”
— Carl Jung
Another beautiful day out there. What feels like a balmy 12 degrees, a gorgeous blue sky scuffed with the merest wisps of hazy clouds. Just when I think it can’t get any better I stumble across the tiniest, freshest (hours?) looking little lambs in a field. Nothing’s going to top that today.
Lovely post, as always, from Mike Farley at An Open Ground.
“Part of the trouble, it seems to me, is no more than the nature of mind itself. The self is not a settled thing, not a captain on the bridge of the mind; thoughts, feelings, longings, identities even, come and go according to circumstances, or else merely according to the restless patterns of internal weather. Nothing is fixed; intention is only a word, a flickering across unsteady waters.”