The other day I found a pen I thought I had lost and felt such a sense of celebration. It had been part of a special period in my personal history, hence the joy.
It got me thinking about those wonderful moments when we suddenly find a lost part of ourselves and have the joy of integrating it back into our lives. It’s often the very wound itself caused by the loss, that points and guides us back to that part.
I couldn’t help thinking of this when I took the above image.I think its true to say that when you look carefully through the wound, you actually see what was lost and where it fits.