The shadow:dark and light

Criticism is sometimes helpful.It depends on the relationship between the people,the power balance and whether the one giving it cares about the other.After all we may pay a therapist to listen and while they possibly don’t criticise directly we may learn things we find hard to acknowledge about our self and that if we can study it we may understand our own behaviour better.But that usually takes a long time.Change is hard and so even if we know we  have some faults we may not be able to change them.But maybe it’s better if we know.On the other hand  criticism often a form of defence.{Attack etc]
The side of ourself we don’t know about is called,The Shadow” in Jungian
psychoanalysis.Sometimes there may be good qualities hidden there.

Of course it all depends on how much we can change.But if you discover you are full of envy then that might explain why you  keep no friends for long.We think we know ourselves but we don’t really…judging by  dreams I’ve had

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Colors of the night

My love is painted by night in the velvets of the sky on the canvas of my heart. Moonlight is the brush painting my longing in colors of stardust that is rolling down on my cheeks. My heart is an a…

Source: Colors of the night

Oh, the dentist

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One of my teeth broke yesterday.My dentist has retired but I managed to find a new one.There are no NHS ones near me… so I hope it’s not major.

My Acer chrome-book went dead but an Acer technician has fixed it over the phone which is a relief.I prefer it as it is faster than the Windows laptop.

Well.I’ll be glad when I actually leave.I am not frightened of dentists but  it takes energy sitting there with them poking about

 

I  don’t know the dentist’s real name
But mostly their hands feel the same
They stick in anaesthetic
With murmurs sympathetic
Because they can’t  bear  us in  pain

 

 

Cycling

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When I go out upon my bike
I feel so very joyful.
Free as a flying bird at play,
Or a child eating  a trifle.

The air is sweet,my eyes are bright
The sun’s rays soft caress me.
I ride swiftly and safely past
The oak ,the ash, the beech tree .

Ancient  walls and flowers tall,
I pass like a boat gliding.
And quietness grows inside my soul,
With this sweet cycle riding .

At last I reach my home again,
So  full of  air and sunshine.
I love the earth that gave me birth,
My body feels now more like mine.