Similia Vol 27 No 2 – December 2015
Author: Mel Downing
Abstract
Lighthouses are amazing things. They are beacons of hope in a turbulent ocean, standing between land and sea, between life and death. Lighthouse keepers would say they are called; that it is a vocation rather than a job. Through the example of one especially powerful novel I want to look at how we walk this fine line on which the lighthouse stands. The Psoric split of being an incarnate being means the choices we are compelled to make are rarely black and white. Many we make never feel truly right.
‘There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.’ – Hamlet, Shakespeare
Keywords: Mother, sea, lighthouse, grief, loss, guilt, Psora, Natrum muriaticum, Phosphorus, Mercurius solubilis.