The Shadow

The Shadow

Carl Jung gave us many examples of synchronicity which give rise to experiences which are meaningful and inexplicable. I today experienced something myself. It is the anniversary of my mother’s death. This morning I was talking to my sister about the events which occurred that day. Our recollections varied. I know that I was always worrying about my mother. My mother’s passions were music, poetry, literature and singing. I loved to hear her sing. It made me feel that I was really at home when I was doing something and in the background I could hear her lovely voice. Just before she died I wrote a poem called The Cold Dark Night….I was eleven years old.

The night was cold and yet I felt warm air,
I could feel love flowing somewhere.
As I looked around me I saw myself
Standing there.
Not at all a hero,
As I thought I was – but a beggar boy,
Standing in the streets that night.
It was all like a dream coming true,
And I had to live it all through.
I started to walk the country lane
In the midst of the dark night
And then I saw myself, again, as a different sight.
I saw myself, like a black shadow waiting for it’s prey
And then I began to walk slightly away
For I was scared of what I might see if I went ahead;
And then, just then, I saw myself….. As me.

To a wonderful lady that continues to inspire me daily…. My mother…..Antoinette

3rd February 2009