Lost and Found

I love that Sufi Proverb: “When the heart weeps for what it has lost, the spirit laughs for what it has found.” Brilliant. How often do our attachments to our ways and to our selves interfere with creative discovery of who we also are/can be. Not that we always must be “growing” (that Western imperative) but the truth is we “grow” by discovering who we are, realizing ourselves as the onion skins fall away. We don’t have to go anywhere or do anything new – to stay put and confront ourselves, listen, observe, understand. This is the process of becoming and perhaps it isn’t meaningful in any absolute sense, but doesn’t it always feel worthwhile and gratifying. So much more so than the impulses of gratification and comforts of habit that are so fleeting except when we embalm them in the stories we tell about ourselves.