Hasta La Raiz by Natalia Lafourcade

To the Root

I keep crossing rivers,

Walking through forests,

Loving the sun

Every day I keep pulling thorns

From the depths of my heart

At night I keep igniting dreams

To clean every memory with sacred smoke

When I write your name

In the white sand with a blue background

When I look at the sky, in the cruel form of a grey cloud,

You appear

One evening, climb a high hill

Look at the past

You will know that I have not forgotten

I carry you inside me, to the root

And, that you may grow better, you will be here

Although I hide myself behind the mountain

And find a field full of sugar cane

There will be no way, my moonbeam,

For you to leave

I think that every instant survived while walking

And every second of uncertainty

Every moment of not knowing

Are the exact key to this tissue

That I always carry under my skin

In this way I protect you

Here, follow me inside

I carry you inside me, to the root

And, that you may grow better, you will be here

Although I hide myself behind the mountain

And find a field full of sugar cane

There will be no way, my moonbeam,

For you to leave

James Hillman on Fathering the Boy Inside

Pan's Shadow

Pilgrimage to Kensington Gardens to attach Peter Pan's shadow

Deep Imagination

“Read Freud to see beneath the surface, Jung to see the invisible, and Hillman to see everything with deep imagination. ”

— Thomas Moore

Let it Happen by Tame Impala

It's always around me, all this noise
But not really as loud as the voice saying
Let it happen, let it happen (It's gonna feel so good)
Just let it happen, let it happen

All this running around
Trying to cover my shadow
An ocean growing inside
All the others seem shallow
All this running around
Bearing down on my shoulders
I can hear an alarm
Must be morning

I heard about a whirlwind that's coming 'round
It's gonna carry off all that isn't bound
And when it happens, when it happens (I'm gonna be holding on)
So let it happen, let it happen

All this running around
I can't fight it much longer
Something's trying to get out
And it's never been closer
If my ticker fails
Make up some other story
And if I never come back
Tell my mother I'm sorry

I will not vanish and you will not scare me
Try to get through it, try to bounce to it
All the while thinking I might as well do it
They be lovin' someone and I'm not that stupid
Take the next ticket to take the next train
Why would I do it? And you wanna think that

Maybe I was ready all along
Maybe I was ready all along
Maybe I was ready all along
Maybe I was ready all along

Writer(s): Kevin Parker

Imagination

“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving birth to evolution.”

— Albert Einstein

People Making

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To Be Frank

A perfect example of persona personified