Again and again, we are nudged to look at our temptation with the grandiose and we courageously go back into the forest of our lives….and begin again and again to be lost so we can be found.

As this story goes, this blue song bird feels lost because she doesn’t have a song. And since everyone around her seems to have theirs, she leaves home and goes out into the world in search for hers.

Prayer, rather than a negotiation to beg for what we want or what we know, is that surrender. A deep need that has us surrender to the spaciousness between what is and what we desire.

And in that surrender, we notice our longing, and when we notice our longing, we place ourselves inside the haunting possibilities of the song that will lead us to real shelter, real home.

We can only begin to create a clearing when we know and understand and feel the dense forest of our life.

We can only make room for being found when we honestly allow ourselves to be completely lost.

In the words of poet Martha Postlewaite, “I get lost in the dense forest of my life”.

That’s me. I do get lost and I’m guessing I’m not alone here. We all get lost. In the midst of life’s pulls and pushes, lists and demands, mixed in with our active inner voices, we get lost from ourselves and in doing so we lose our ability to be with others.