I have taken to walking early in the morning. I walk solo, but am reminded that I have a few companions along the way.
My earphone provide voices of information, passion, and console. It’s like walking with a band of cheerleaders within earshot.
Of course, God is along the path. There are beautiful springtime early mornings. Pre-dawn birdsong provides an underscore to the journey. My heart explodes from the exertion prompting a prayer of “OMG, this is killing me.”
But, it is my shadow about which I write this morning. I was keenly aware of my shadow this morning. I observed it and learned from it walking from streetlight to streetlight.
The silhouette of my shadow became more and more defined as I neared each light. It dimmed and grew fuzzier as I walked away from the light.
Always when I walked towards the light, my shadow would recede behind me. Yet, when I walked away from the light, my shadow was confronting each one of my next footfalls. And, it grew longer and taller as I walked away from the light as well.
It is a frightening thought that man also has a shadow side to him, consisting not just of little weaknesses- and foibles, but of a positively demonic dynamism. The individual seldom knows anything of this; to him, as an individual, it is incredible that he should ever in any circumstances go beyond himself. But let these harmless creatures form a mass, and there emerges a raging monster.
On the Psychology of the Unconscious
I am committed to walk towards the Light of the Universe, Our Lord and God. Knowing that as I near the light, I will discern the boundaries of both my God-given identity as well as my shadow. In walking towards the light, I will seek the source of all illumination. May the God of mercy place my shadow in the background. I walk without fear of demons or monsters or things that go bump in the night.
And, Lord of all light, send forth your Spirit to help me make it over this next damn hill. AMEN.