Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked,will play the tyrant. I ound I must set down...passions and thoughts o my own which I had clean orgotten. The past which I wrote down was not the past that I thought I had (all these years) been remembering. I did not, even when I had nished the book, see clearly many things that I see now. Thechange which the writing wrought in me (and o which I did not write) was only a beginning – only to prepare me or the gods’ surgery. They used my own pen to probe my wound.
C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces.
We set up or ourselves in the rst dozen years o our lie all o the stumbling blocks or traumas we will need or our growth, balance or eventual wholeness and then spend 30-40 years re-working these themes until at last we rejoin our essence in beauty and ullness.
Gwendolyn Jansma, Letters