“I was born anew, owner of my own darkness.”
— Pablo Neruda
We all own our darkness and its reflection our light. Both interplay in the shadows of our existence, those wall dramas that we both watch and participate in endlessly. We act as if they matter yet Saturn yanks it all away with his scythe and less and less seems in time to maintain its importance. We seek external conflict so that we can resist the internal and so often the people we draw to us reflect the inner players. They contain the shadows of our most beloved pain and interacting with them shows how much or how little we wish to keep it. We masque others in the skin of our disfunction and then claim that they came that way. Of course they do the same to us and thus we all become fetish fashionistas looking for the right amount of pain to wear this year. We can do better. We can choose to run the drama internally and thus become clear then the scars will only show through our eyes.
Blessings, G
What Do You See? by G A Rosenberg 
Activity in the Nucleus by G A Rosenberg 