So I had a conversation with my shadow the other day. She finally caught up to me – my dark sister, my ugly twin. All my life she’s dogged me – beside me, behind me. I had ignored her, looking at her sideways. Sometimes I glanced back at her. But I’ve never looked directly at nor have I acknowledged her.
What is this aversion I have towards my shadowy self? Is it because she whispers half truths and lies in my ears and tries to scare the hell out of me? Do I have to jump out of my skin every time she whispers BOO! ? So I am not perfect. I am wilful and stubborn. I am grumpy and ill-tempered and a scarity cat. But am I really? Is it true? And does that make me unlovable? I tell you, I am tired of living under my dark sister’s shadow.
I told her, too! I brought her forth into the light. I needed her within me, to help and guide me. Together we are the yin and yang. You can’t have one without the other. You really can’t. Have you heard of one hand clapping?