I ’m okay. You’re okay.

I obsess now and then about how I am doing what I do  — a little meta obsession —like maybe the mixture I have of posts about knitting and other things unrelated in any direct way to my practice and my work might be unprofessional. I get caught up  in things like this from time to time — is the blog okay? is it all right to have my office in my home? — you know, the kind of annoying and not helpful worrying that most of us do. To complicate matters a bit, I am struggling with tendinitis in my right shoulder so some things I would ordinarily do like write or knit aggravate it. What is a person to do? Why rummage around on my laptop and see what I find course. And I find again a poem by Adrienne Rich, a portion of which I offer here now.Vision begins to happen in such a lifeas if a woman quietly walked awayfrom the argument and jargon in a roomand sitting down in the kitchen, began turning in her lapbits of yarn, calico and velvet scraps,laying them out absently on the scrubbed boardsin the lamplight, with small rainbow-colored shellssent in cotton-wool from somewhere far away,and skeins of milkweed from the nearest meadow —original domestic silk, the finest findings —and the darkblue petal of the petunia,amid the dry darkbrown lace of seaweed;not forgotten either, the shed silverwhisker of the cat,  the spiral of paper-wasp-nest curlingbeside the finch ’s yellow feather.Such a composition has nothing to do with eternity,the striving for greatness, brilliance ...
Source: Jung At Heart - Category: Psychiatry & Psychology Source Type: blogs