I’ve always loved this song, and it was one of the first songs that my parents and I both liked (that and anything by Ike and Tina Turner). But then I inadvertently bummed my parents out by telling them this song was about heroin withdrawal.
I have begun reading The Red Book and Jung describes waiting for our soul as being in the desert. It is amazing that as I read the gift of waiting and patience, I thought of this song and wondered if America had bumped into Jung. Then I imagined, “what if the imagery we find in our search for self brings us all to similar expressions? Carl and America came to the same place on distinctly different paths. What they recorded seems far too symetric to pass off as coincidence…”
I wouldn’t be at all surprised if many of us come to similar expressions. Just as I’ve come to believe that any four dreams pulled in a weekend workshop will resonate with each other. There’s just so much commonality at the archetypal level. Nice to hear from you!