The WWW: Weal Wide Web

Today I watched a spider spin a web. When the web was completed, the spider crawled back to the middle, ate up the initial thread to form a small hole and sat there snugly.

Then something interesting happened. It tugged its web slightly with all of its feet, repeating this a few times as the whole web gets pulled in towards the middle and bounced back out gently.

“Yep, the web is secure. And we wait.”

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The Treasure

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by Penelope Dinsmore

“Then the One, that was hidden in the shell,
Was born through the force of fiery torment.
From it there arose in the beginning love,
Which is the germ and the seed of knowledge.
The wise found the root of being in not-being
By investigating the impulses of the human heart”

Sharing this beautiful piece of art by Penelope Dinsmore, taken from her book, The Treasure That Came Into The World to Find Its Self, which tells of her journey of self discovery and transformation.

A trained painter with an interest in analytical psychology, Penelope has spent years exploring her innerworld with the help of Dr. Joseph Henderson, a Jungian analyst. Her story really resonated with me and I hope someone out there would benefit from it as well.

In the beginning there was no love of the kind I now know is possible. It just was not there. There is no blame for that. My parents accepted what they got and did the best they could, living in the wild twenties followed by the depression and World War 2. My father was a well known Maine artist who was married five times. My mother turned to alcohol for help.

Mother’s mother was an accomplished painter. I grew up in an aesthetic atmosphere. There was not a great deal of feeling. Dr. Henderson explains this kind of surrounding in his book Cultural Attitudes in Psychological Perspective.

“Marriage is a brutal reality,” I remember Jung saying. By the time I was 40, I had had three marriages, three divorces and three children. I had traveled from the East to the West coast, living five years in between in Aspen, Colorado, where I flew a plane, drove fast cars, had my own ski hill, and no love. I have been married now for thirty-eight years. Love, real love has come slowly, slowly with great difficulty. Art and dreams and Jungian psychology have made this possible. That is my experience. That is what I know.”

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Hollywood, Meh-llywood

Getting bored with all the superhero movies /remakes /adaptations /sequels /trilogies (or rather, pentalogy for some, like the Transformers: The Last Knight or Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales that are now in their fifth installments. Worse still is Fast and Furious, which is now in their eight installment. I would have called that an octalogy but apparently there will be a ninth and a tenth installment in the future [which would make that a decalogy, in case you’re wondering]. I mean, who watches F&F anymore??).

The only movie I’m really hyped up on watching this year is Guy Ritchie’s modern re-telling /re-imagining of the legend of King Arthur, which has been described as, “Lord of the Rings meets Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels,” according to Charlie Hunnam, the lead actor playing King Arthur. And that’s not saying much about the movies coming out of Hollywood these days. And don’t even get me started about the A.I.-themed (i.e. humans vs. robots) movies. Can we get back to telling real, original and heartfelt stories about humans now, please?

Anyways, go watch the trailer for King Arthur. It looks like fun:

Life is…

…like walking on a road that never seems to end.

You walk and you walk and you walk, yet it feels as if you’re getting nowhere, even though you’ve walked for miles and you’re so tired you feel like you can’t walk anymore.

Sometimes, the scenery is captivating and you find yourself eagerly looking at what’s coming round the bend, so the walk feels effortless. But sometimes, you get rained on. Or, worse still, a car zips by a puddle of water and you get splashed in the face.

If you’re lucky, you get some nice people walking with you, like your friends or family. If you’re really lucky, you get a friend for life, or some may call it, a life partner. But if you’re really, really lucky, you get to piggy back on a partner. But I digress.

Your walking buddies though, it never lasts – partners may leave you for another, friends may come and go, even your own family may desert you in times of need. Then of course, there is death. Unavoidable, unexpected, we lose people whom we love to the hands of fate, and then we’re back to walking alone again.

Where does the road lead? Some say to heaven, some, hell. One thing for sure is, we’ll never know, until we come to the end of the road ourselves.

The road is long and hard, full of twists and turns, ups and downs. Yet, we have to keep going, no matter how hard it is, no matter how pointless it all seems to be. One foot over the other. Step by step. Mile by mile. Day by day.

And then one day, you’ll find that you’ve reached your destination, and in one fell swoop, ready to start walking all over again.

Of 2016

2016: The year in which I left my old job and changed my career, ended a long relationship with someone dear to me, lost my laptop to HDD failure and the year where I lost my mobile phone to a thief (together with all the contacts I have in the phone).

But it is also the year where I made new friends, got a new laptop (and for free too), learnt more about myself, learnt new skills to carry me on to a new career, and most of all, the year where I learnt that I can do just about anything that I set my mind to.

So, this song is for you, 2016. Miss you, I shall not.