A short note on rereading Debbie Ford, noticing our reactions, and treating shadow work as an ongoing conversation with the self.

I finished Richard Cavendish's The Black Arts this week. Not in the heroic readerly sense of having sat down and consumed it cleanly from first page to last, pencil in hand, scholar's lamp burning into the night. I have been reading it on and off for a few months. Picking it up, putting it down,...