as far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.
-carl jung
i go through this weird period every spring when i have a heaviness and a bit of despair about the human condition. i believe it's a mix of some early traumatic imprint that happened this time of year, seasonal allergies and a call from spirit to slow down and reassess. it sometimes feels very personal and adolescently dramatic, like my life is a total waste and i hate everything everybody does and says. also there is the inevitable disappointment that my own emergence is not quite as automatic and beautiful as that which is occuring in nature. these negative feelings take over when i ignore the annual whisper to withdraw and observe and ponder.
so i'm trying to rest more and join less. listen more and talk less. read more and internet less. love more and fear less.
and read this again.
