Here’s how this week’s arts and culture column begins:
“If you invest in the marriage of the inner and outer worlds by putting honest energy into dreaming a dream on, all the people in your life, maybe the whole of humankind, is enriched, though it may not produce the result your ego was seeking. This is a saint’s task, clarifying a bit of the collective unconscious for the good of all humanity.”
–Robert A. Johnson, “Living Your Unlived Life: Coping with Unrealized Dreams and Fulfilling Your Purpose in the Second Half of Life”
Johnson was an American Jungian analyst. And fulfilling my purpose in the second half of life is a goal much on my mind these days.
One noteworthy example of the attempt to marry my inner and outer lives has to do with the wearing of a mask during COVID.
My approach up to masking up to a couple of weeks ago had been this: I’ve observed a self-imposed lockdown since March 9. I’ve stayed so close to home that I have filled my car with gas just twice during that time.
I work at home, I live alone, the parking area and yard behind my house extend half a city block and are completely open to the air, trees and sky.
Obviously if I’m at a grocery store (literally the only kind of store I have frequented since March besides bringing my watch in for a new battery), Mass (indoors for a blessed though brief time, but for the past month outdoors), or the doctor or dentist (six visits total), I happily and gratefully don a mask.
READ THE WHOLE PIECE HERE.