Naming the Beasts

Until you make the unconscious conscious,
it will direct your life and you will call it fate.
Carl Jung

All my life, I've kept journals. Even when I was little, my mother encouraged me to draw -- and then write -- what I thought and felt.

But I've never been a constant and faithful diarist. Bits and pieces of my recorded life lie scattered in journals and file folders and random stacks of paper, forgotten or hidden or both. I've never been good at organizing these things... Add in a disastrous house fire, and there are more blanks and pauses than words.

So, here I go again... another attempt to record something of my life somewhere for somebody (me?) to read and perhaps remember.