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march madness :: this time, it's biblical

i'd just like to add that, in addition to having to replace my computer's hard drive for the second time in a year, march has chosen this year to get all biblical on me. sure, i'm having a rough month like i do every month. sure i'm trying to keep my head down and muddle through like i always do. but this year, march- probably being all smug about getting to ruin a whole calendar month and the long weekend at easter, has decided to visit upon me

a plague of fucking boils.

no word of a lie. this march, my skin has suddenly erupted for no reason and now i look like an escapee from a leper colony. aside from being itchy, sore and generally uncomfortable, this also makes it a less than appealing prospect to take photos for beauty-related posts [and, i might mention that the swatches i'd done most recently are all on my computer that's having its brain removed]. also, i dont' really enjoy looking at myself in the mirror right now, since i feel like i'm horribly disfigured.

i'm thinking of writing a "march carol", since i seem to have a real "12 days of christmas" thing going on this month. except that every item on the list sucks. and it probably ends with a lot of angry birds taking a shit on my head.

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Its possible this is the time of year when a powerful creative drive within you insists on expressing itself and if denied the internal heat comes out through the skin.

Dam. Your blog a reminded me of the the divine youth the archetypal Puer Aeternus the psychology of which has been extensively described by James Hillman.
Went to amazon.com and found all kinds of his books I have not read that I now think I have to order and read.This I do not need but he is is one writer I cannot resist.For better or worse he made me loose interest in Jung.

The Puer is the youth or the creative drive within us that will not be denied and needs be both expressed as well as reined in or all sorts of horrible things happen.

Icarus being a rather classic example of what can happen when the Puer or divine youth is rideing ones thought forms.Not good to fly to close to the sun but one still has to fly.

I have to wonder if Hillman might say that your potential to create is a two sided sword and has a telos of its own that has to find its way to daylight in its own good time.
Like many things it will do so when its dammed good and ready and its taking its time is not making the last days of winter an easier for you to bear.
Well...Hopefully, the best is yet to come.Just have to keep the faith!







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