It’s not often I’ll be stumped by one of these, but this one leaves me with nothing, No-thing coming into my mind, into my psyche to describe- Psyche. It’s hard to grasp, as if it’s some kind of clear gas that is ‘there’ but I’m just unaware of. It exists yet it can’t be touched, almost like passing your hand through the steam from a boiling kettle it leaves a reminder – pools of condensation on your hand – a quick sting of pain as your nerves tell you to pull away from the dangerous situation, but it has no substance .

It seems to be there in the back ground, pushing me along . Am I in a wheelbarrow just being pushed and pulled in various directions by it? – Can ‘I’ take charge, or is it ‘I’? hmmmmm It certainly seems to be over there on the sidelines of the shadow theatre in my mind sending in directions and encouragements but it’s not an intimate friend. It’s got so many facets – like a multi-story apartment block. So many tenants with so many stories – that’s my psyche – all the units of my experience all living under one umbrella making this moving, gangling, walking tower block that ‘I’ am. It drives my actions and opinions and beliefs, all harboured in the shipping container I call the psyche. So I put my nose to the wind and breathe in the clear day of my psyche, but smell nothing. I lick my tongue around my lips to taste its dripping sweetness, but it’s just saliva plain and boring- it’s there but not! Grrrrrrrrrrr. Maybe I need to sit down and spend time meditating and being quiet…….