Mythology is full of stumbles that turn out to be a blessing in disguise. Perhaps one of the greatest examples is from the Arabian Nights. A man is ploughing a field, but the plough becomes caught. When he investigates he discovers a ring, but it is not just a ring, and he instead finds a cave full of jewels.
Our treasure is not necessarily about a chest of gold, though. Our treasure may be the thing that gives us greatest pleasure, makes us feel at peace, and alive.
The stumble might be considered a point of failure. We are going about our day, doing what we always do, when something stops us, blocks us, causes us to halt or pause, to slip or fail. There, in that moment, is where we can find our treasure.
Perhaps the stumble is not the obstacle we first presume, but is in fact, the thing we most need.
It is by going down into the abyss that…
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