All Walks of Life

On a walk along the river by my home yesterday, it was quiet. And teeming with life. All walks of life.

A dog barking vigorously and delightedly on a hill so that he could hear his echo before he took a dip for his daily thrill. A man with a New York cap sitting and clapping in a gentle Tai Chi reverie. Walkers, chatting, simply and animatedly, about many private things. A man singing to Allah, his voice travelling beautifully along the river. We nodded knowingly as we passed each other. A pelican, 5 cockatoos, and 4 seagulls passing a ferry travelling with numerous passengers on deck and inside. Three bicycle riders going somewhere and nowhere at the same time. A lonely broken tricycle discarded, with the memory of a child riding it. And ten branches of golden yellow wattle blossoms on some wet grass beside me, a gift from some cockatoos intent on nibbling. I collected the wattle, now placed in a vase across from my keyboard. A gift of nature on my hour with myself, and with many walks of life.

The Golden Wattle now next to The Red Book.

The Red Book. Carl Jung's seminal art and soul work.

And I recalled what I know about the inscription above the door of Jung's home, and on his tombstone, in Latin. It reads Vocatus atque non vocatus, Deus aderit. And it means, Bidden, or unbidden, God is present.

Knowing, in heart and soul, that a greater force is always present, that we can connect to in our own essence. Within, between, ourselves and with others. A heartmindsoul connection that is unsurpassed.

The source, from the heart. Simple, and hard, at the same time. In the battleground between heart and mind, soul and ego, and the confrontation with the unconscious as Carl Jung put it, and surrendering control to our higher Soul wisdom. In the here and now.

I revisited an extract from Jung's book about his own inquiry of his Soul in his quieter self moments. He asked how to attain the knowledge of the heart. And the reply...

You can attain this knowledge only by living your life to the full. You live your life fully if you also live what you have never yet lived.

He articulated it further. The life that I could still live...and the thoughts that I could still think.

Living what remains uniquely unlived. The courage and fulfilment that it brings. As well-being. For each of us, on our walks of life, facing and embracing progressively our real selves, making decisions, and consequently creating well-being, for me, and you, and humanity.

Much love on our individual collective walks of well-being life.

SaraSwati Shakti


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