🤔The sense of belonging

Carl Jung's house in Küssnacht, Lake Zürich

It was hard, very hard, to embrace Loneliness when you are chasing a sense of belonging to

something...or somewhere.

It was there, in that Garden, in that House, where his voice showed me that I was not alone.

His words seemed to be written with my hands.

I felt we were friends back in time.

It was a monologue. It was therapy.

It was there, in that Garden, in that House, where his Voice entered through the black Hole of my Soul.

I surrendered. I embraced that moment, while tears slipped over my white face.

After days of embraced darkness, something lit up the room; something dissolved.

It was there, in that Garden and in that light room, that my Sense of Belonging to something or somewhere dissolved.

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