Watching Joseph Campbell on television in the 80s was bewitching, he spoke with conviction, great animation and with a lively sparkle in his eye. At the time I was also captivated by the writings of Jung and Robertson Davies. And for a time at least Joseph Campbell was, for me, a shamanistic hero. I have since returned to those interviews and have found them less than compelling; more showman than shaman. But one phrase he used struck me now as it did then, and that was – “follow your bliss.”
It was that idea of following my bliss that resulted in me leaving a dull and unimaginative banking job, selling up and moving to Liverpool. Well dreams rarely do come true and, like Campbell’s typical mythological hero, there were trials and ordeals to pass through before I could achieve my bliss, and in ways that I could not have anticipated.
Most Saturdays you would find me here – The Picton Reading Room, surrounded by books, beautiful, beautiful books.
And ask me now if I have found my Bliss, I think I would answer it’s not so much a destination as a journey. I’m still following it but this will do for now.