The day we find
The telling free
Who we so be,
Might it be worth
More than a tout
Meant so to judge
What we’re about,
Or shades thereof
Thus by the telling
Of me to you,
And you to me…
If I should tell
And you as well
Quite candidly,
Would we so be
Reduced to suffer
Who once were we,
Thus friends in spite
In candid light
We chose so to decipher,
Be likely cause to shudder!
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Jean-Jacques Fournier
Who lives in candid light? I wonder.
Candid as in open and straightforward, at least between friends once or still, a loved one, maybe even with oneself, etc, etc, in a manner that respects one’s privacy as well? Eh… let me guess, Facebook and Twitter, or a saint, ops sorry an atheist’s bad joke.
But seriously I don’t have to look too far, for that candid light and nor should you. For a good example, among many others, a good and kind friend of mine by the name of Paulette Mahurin does all the time, as I understand how she lives her life, and as she did eloquently in her best selling book, The persecution of Mildred Dunlap.
Thanks dear friend, for the opportunity of speaking out about this aspect of “The Telling”, which is about an old friend. Jean-Jacques
Oh how I love our dialogues. Yes, what you speak is my experience as well. Then there is the shadow that Jung speaks of, places where the light has a challenge reaching. This is the light I’m speaking of, the same light you’re speaking off. Thank you for these wonderful conversations. 🙂
Alas I am now comforted my dear, that you know that I know that Jung’s shadow is no challenge for the light that candidly shines on you and your contributions to your fellow beings, and thus so in all walks of life… and if I may be so bold, I suspect more than often, deservedly or not! Jean-Jacques