And the secret is me.
This weekend I had a profoundly transformative experience. I saw something in myself that I have never before seen. I literally felt the “twannng” of a new self-recognition, a piece of a puzzle falling into place, a shell of something empty falling away.
Of course, once I had decided there was nothing to solve, I learned something new. Isn’t that always the way? If we can clear the path of our bullheaded effort, a piece of grace can float down out of the sky and land in our lap, eiderdown with weight and meaning.
I am playing with this discovery in my mind, flipping it over and over like a coin in my pocket. It’s found change, a penny from the sidewalk, a piece of luck.
When I understand it more, I’ll share it here. But I wanted to register the simple joy of seeing myself in a new way—the utter thrill of being shown again and again, that even though my little human mind can’t remember this, that every day we are reborn and the world starts anew.