Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
up to where you’re bravely working.

Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and
expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings. Rumi

I love this! Sometimes there is this thought or feeling of wanting to be immersed in being fully open or having joy at the doorstep always and really if this were the case we would not be able to take flight. Sometimes I am looking for some grand expansion or growth without really giving credence to the small growth that is occurring. The small continuous growth is what keeps me in flight.