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To tear a piece off my shadow

2017, Psychological Perspectives

Psychological Perspectives A Quarterly Journal of Jungian Thought ISSN: 0033-2925 (Print) 1556-3030 (Online) Journal homepage: http://www.tandfonline.com/loi/upyp20 To tear a piece off my shadow Claudia Castro Luna To cite this article: Claudia Castro Luna (2017) To tear a piece off my shadow, Psychological Perspectives, 60:3, 398-398, DOI: 10.1080/00332925.2017.1350811 To link to this article: https://doi.org/10.1080/00332925.2017.1350811 Published online: 06 Oct 2017. Submit your article to this journal Article views: 12 View Crossmark data Full Terms & Conditions of access and use can be found at http://www.tandfonline.com/action/journalInformation?journalCode=upyp20 Psychological Perspectives, 60: 398, 2017 C C. G. Jung Institute of Los Angeles Copyright  ISSN: 0033-2925 print / 1556-3030 online DOI: 10.1080/00332925.2017.1350811 To tear a piece off my shadow Claudia Castro Luna In a café on a day like any other, easy eyes resting on nothing in particular; the animated picture of the city unfolding on the other side of the tempered glass. Out of nowhere the choking embrace, the bite that drags then jerks under, to the place where nothing makes sound not even thrashing screams. The realization that the place you assiduously search and yearn for is nowhere. No degrees nor longitudinal measures to speak of. A compass can be useless when you are lost. Nowhere multiplies in your chest ravenous, like yeast. It hurts. You step into the world, into the mild spring sunshine. There beside you the only evidence. The exact second, your shadow on the pavement. Sometimes your life is a minute ahead and a few days behind the place you want to be. Sometimes things align and you want to tear a piece of the shadow as you would a piece from a loaf of bread. But this place you search has no replicable terrain, no map. It moves as you move. A shapeshifter with a tropic of memory, a tropic of fear, a meridian to decide you can and an equator to know you choose. Claudia Castro Luna is Seattle’s Civic Poet. Born in El Salvador, she came to the United States in 1981. Her poems have appeared in publications such as Riverbabble, the Taos Journal of Poetry and Art, and City Arts, among others. She is working on a memoir about her experience of escaping the Salvadoran Civil War; an excerpt of it appears in the 2014 Jack Straw Writers Anthology. Living in English and Spanish, Claudia writes and teaches in Seattle, where she gardens and keeps chickens with her husband and their three children. 398