Yes, it’s a good day for singing a song,
and it’s a good day for moving alone; (ALONG)
Yes, it’s a good day, how could anything go wrong,
A good day from morning’ till nightYes, it’s a good day for shining your shoes,
and it’s a good day for losing the blues;
Everything go gain and nothing’ to lose, (TO GAIN)
`Cause it’s a good day from morning’ till nightI said to the Sun, ” Good morning sun
Rise and shine today”
You know you’ve gotta get going
If you’re gonna make a showin’
And you know you’ve got the right of way.`Cause it’s a good day for paying your bills;
And it’s a good day for curing your ills,
So take a deep breath and throw away your pills;
`Cause it’s a good day from morning’ till night. Peggy Lee
What a great day. Writing this morning opened up so much for me. I see clearly now that I must make my own way through this maze we call life. I have certain thoughts and ideas, while others have their own way of looking at the world. Each of us must claim our own destiny.
I was introduced to a new author today, a Jungian analyst, James Hollins. This is an excerpt from his book, The Middle Passage: From Misery to Meaning in Mid-Life
“The Middle Passage occurs when the person is obliged to view his or her life as something more than a linear succession of years. The longer one remains unconscious, which is quite easy to do in our culture, the more likely one is to see life only as a succession of moments leading toward some vague end, the purpose of which will become clear in due time. When one is stunned into consciousness, a vertical dimension, kairos, intersects the horizontal plane of life; one’s life span is rendered in a depth perspective: “Who am I, then, and whither bound?”
The Middle Passage begins when the person is obliged to ask anew the question of meaning which once circumambulated the child’s imagination but was effaced over the years. The Middle Passage begins when one is required to face issues which heretofore had been patched over. The question of identity returns and one can no longer evade responsibility for it. Again, the Middle Passage starts when we ask, “Who am I, apart from my history and the roles I have played?”
Yes, who am I apart from my history and the roles I have played. What great adventure this is.
Still sober
Writing into the Light 