First, thank you, fellow traveler and explorer. Thank you for taking the time to read about him. And for recognizing my students’ joys of discovery. That was quite a class and quite a year.

A caveat, I am getting frustrated…I have penned a few drafts to respond in as eloquent a fashion as did you to my last post. Every time, I have returned to reread your post, I have lost the words I had earlier written.

Anyway, I loved hearing about your mother and your W-Civ prof. Doors of perception opened indeed. Doors we didn’t know even existed.

And your mother. I remember thinking that we are blessed to witness their passings. Often, some decide to leave after their loved ones have taken a break from the ‘watch’…in order, perhaps, to spare the living the pain of witnessing their departure.

Luminescent. And the line-etchings of life dissipating. Thank you for sharing that.

The Red Book. The students of my last class got together to buy that for me. And wrote in the linings. I don’t think I would have bought that massive tome for myself.

I will tell you this. After reading some of Jung’s passages, and gazing at his images and drawings, my dreams were different…vivid yes but how can I say, more personal if not complex and mysterious?

I have a friend who speaks fluent German but she struggled with the Gothic script and so I am sure those of us who read the English lost something in translation. I wanted the rhythms too.

Am so sorry that this response falls short of properly expressing my gratitude for your writing. But just for a moment or three, Gordon was alive again thanks to you.