When we only see from the perspective of the ego, the focus can be to navigate with the ease of smooth sailing. I’m struck by the opposing image found in the New Testament when out in the storm, Christ sleeps snugly in the boat until, pushed by the desperation of the situation, the disciples wake him up.

Much of the work of a Jungian process, like the image of that small boat tossed in the tempest, is an operation that leads to the awakening of the Anthropos.

What can be done in this moment, wherever you happen to be meeting this text, to access the splendor that resides right where you are but just beyond the periphery of consciousness? How does the light lie across the objects that surround? What process is taking place? Growth, decay, silence?

A developing thirst…