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When a crow finds another crow lying lifeless, it often does not just fly away.

It calls out. Other crows gather. They become alert. They watch the area carefully.

Scientists have studied this behavior, sometimes called a “crow funeral,” and what they’ve found is striking. The crows do not appear to gather out of sentimentality in the human sense. They gather to learn. They look for danger. They try to understand what happened. And if they identify a threat, they remember it.

Crows are highly intelligent. They can recognize faces, remember risks, and warn others. So when they gather around a fallen crow, they may be doing something deeply adaptive: turning loss into awareness, and awareness into protection.

There is something important in that.

Many humans are taught to look away from what is painful. To avoid it. To numb themselves. But crows do something else. They pay attention. They investigate. They learn together.

That is a form of intelligence.

Not just mental intelligence, but social intelligence.

The kind that understands survival is not only about individual strength, but about shared awareness. About noticing danger. About communicating it. About helping the group become wiser because one life was lost.

Maybe that is part of what emotional intelligence really is too.

Not collapsing in the face of pain.
Not ignoring it.
But staying present enough to learn from it, and caring enough to make that knowledge useful to others.

A fallen crow does not go unnoticed.

The others gather.
They pay attention.
And they carry the lesson forward.

Wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas and fantastic 2026

From Carl Jung and the creative bridge

Some days, you just have to forget about ‘healing’.

You have to stop trying to feel better, trying to overcome your emotional wounds, or trying to be anywhere other than where you are.

You have to embrace the day as it is.

And you have to give yourself the most sacred permission of all:

To shatter.

To break.

To be an ugly mess.

To lean into a place of utter humility and powerlessness in yourself.

To cry out to the heavens, “I can’t do this!”

To admit utter defeat in the loss of the life you had imagined.

To crumble to the ground, lonely and hopeless and profoundly ruined.
To want to die, even.

And there, in the darkest places, in the blackness of the underworld, you may begin to rediscover... life.

And learn to love the beginnings.

A sacred reboot:

A single breath.

The way the sun warms your face.

The sound of a tiny bird singing in the tree over there.

The raw simplicity of a single moment of human existence.

Hell has been transmuted, through love and patience.

You have discovered the wholeness in your brokenness.

You have given up your idea of ‘healing’, and you have uncovered something infinitely more healing:

Your authentic self.
Beautiful and true and utterly unfixable.

- Jeff Foster

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