“Will you be opposing the Frame Work Bill, Mr. Hill?” asked Philippa. She believed that he would soon be an eminent politician, and one day perhaps even prime minister. She wanted to remember every word he said so that she could relate them when the time came. How lucky it would be for him, when he decided to write his memoirs, to have her by his side. She who had followed his career so closely, alive to any mention of his name in the journals and pamphlets, and sifting him out from among the many other “Mr. Hill”s. These were the thoughts that flew through her mind in the moments it took the gentleman to reply.
The sound of her horse’s hooves on the road was Philippa’s favourite. As Udolpho trotted briskly up Castle Street, she felt her heart race to match the beat. One or two people – shopkeepers mostly – bowed or curtsied as she passed them, and she graced them each with a passing nod, but pitied them deeply for their ignorance. For she was full of such scandalous news as the town had probably never heard before, and never would again, and her only object was to impart it to an acquaintance. Really, any acquaintance would do so long as they acted suitably shocked, but since today was the day she met her friend, Isabella, this proved as good an opportunity as any. Udolpho needed no guidance, but turned into High Street and as his mistress didn’t check him when they reached the river, he floated across the new bridge, his shoes tapping smart and even on the cobbles.
Isabella’s footman was waiting by the road opposite the Abbey, and Philippa slid elegantly down from the saddle and handed him the reins. Upon returning from her second season in London, she had absolutely refused to be accompanied by a servant wherever she went, let alone for such a short walk as Isabella had to make, from The Crescent on Town Walls, but she had to admit to the convenience of having someone to walk Udolpho, and find him a spot tograze along the edge of the field. She gathered the train of her riding habit and dove into the overgrown garden – really just a wilderness. Isabella was waiting by the holly tree, and Philippa gripped her friend’s arm.
“Issy, prepare yourself, I have absolutely the most shocking news, and you are the first person I’ve spoken to of it.”Read More
I’ve talked about what a huge revelation it was to me to try shadowworking for the first time. I thought this worksheet could help guide you to some insights about your own shadow, or perhaps your character’s shadow.
Some questions to explore:
How are the shadow aspects all linked together?
How do you (or your character) project the shadow onto other people?
How aware are you (or your character) about this tendency to project?
How were aspects of the shadow created in backstory?
How is the shadow personified?
The aim isn’t to remember what a terrible person you are – quite the opposite! Shadowwork helps you recognise the Shadow at work, so you’re less likely to “Hulk out” (or “Hyde-out”) because you’ve been casting it as the “bad guy” and suppressing it. The Shadow isn’t bad. One of its primary functions is to protect the ego, which is a fragile thing; once you see the Shadow in this light you may well find yourself sympathising with a part of you that you’ve been treating like a naughty child (or worse) for all of your life.
This worksheet does come with a note of caution, however: please make sure you’re ready for this work. Trust your instincts if they tell you that now isn’t the time. Shadowwork can be emotionally rough. Take care!
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