In that place, I was my own ‘growing edge’. Sometimes I imagined the creek
and its banks as a mandorla, an almond-shaped segment created when two
circles partly overlap. For Jungian psychologist, Robert Johnson, it’s a place
of significant soul growth, of overlap between Heaven and Earth. I moved
back and forth across the creek, a boundary more visible with the rain but
which faded as the creekbed dried up. My life was lived in mandorla, negotiating
with mandorla-space. My own growth was occurring within its tiny
perimeters. Johnson explains that ‘the mandorla binds together that which
was torn apart and made unwhole – unholy. It is the most profound religious
experience we can have in life’.