Thanks, Marianne for a very cogent response to Drewie’s musings. Synchronistically, I am rereading Jung’s fine essay in Vol. 8 on synchronicity this morning.
I always defer to journal writing. In the morning, I write in my journal. My coffee is still hot and the candle in my study is glowing contentedly about 4 feet from where I am sitting with my journal–I always write cursively early in the morning. I pose the same question: what from yesterday wishes to be remembered? Then I sit–for about 4 seconds–that is how long it takes for those moments of yesterday to line up and be counted, recollected. From these events, my writing turns some of them into rich experiences of gratitude. If I sense what this or that one means, I jot it down, knowing that such meaning may morph overnight in a dream of feel very different tomorrow. Over years of doing this I have accumulated close to 10,000 pages in 56 journals. In those pages is my evolving personal myth. Give it a try if the idea appeals to you. Thank you for your posting.