Le Journal 2021
From the Editor:
Lost and found – the way we typically describe a box containing misplaced or forgotten possessions left behind by clients, friends or occasional visitors to a particular place. But what if the operative word here is “and – ” as in lost AND found- a state of being that encompasses being both lost and found simultaneously, in concert not in conflict. That’s right, not lost VERSUS found. That particular notion of duality dawned on me as I considered potential themes for this installment of Le Journal, at this moment in the life of Folie à Trois and mine in particular. As counter-intuitive as it sounds, being both lost AND found, carries with it the invitation to welcome both perspectives.
Imagine for a moment that both words could carry positive connotations that are not mutually exclusive, contrary to traditional wisdom. Envision the possibilities, the expansiveness! How many of us have ever described a captivating experience as one in which we felt “lost” in an intriguing film or lovely piece of music? Have you ever been so wrapped up in a book that you “lost” all sense of time, maybe forgetting where you were? And how about the times, on occasion, when something unforeseen interrupts your schedule or totally voids it, and you discover what some refer to as “found” time or a “found” day? Suddenly you’re able to pursue things you truly enjoy, absent obligation or guilt- right?
Wrapping your head around the notion of being both lost and found in the same “ah-ha!” moment may seem unattainable in the often harsh realities of 2021, but just for a moment, consider with me what that could entail. The following imagery strikes a chord with me. With natural disasters of all kinds becoming more and more the norm everywhere around the globe, we don’t have to look far to see devastation, tragically often close at hand. Not long ago, a dear friend of mine with a courage and willingness to embrace change described biking through a familiar forest area here in Louisiana, one she had ridden and hiked numerous times. This experience, however, was starkly and even brutally different, due to a recent forest fire that had ravaged acre upon acre. As my friend described it, she initially felt assaulted by the charred remains of what was once lush pine woodland. Upon closer inspection she began to see and hear life and beauty she had never noticed there in the past– sprouts of fresh green ferns, the faint sounds of birds chirping messages to one another, the gentle roll of terrain usually hidden under fallen logs and underbrush – life reasserting itself.
The idea of uncovering new truths close to the heart and hearth is not new or unique. In one of my favorite stories and movies, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, Glenda the Good Witch of the North tells an anxious, homesick Dorothy Gale toward the end of the tale, “You had the power within you to go home all along, my dear!” Indeed. Perhaps sometimes we do have to lose the familiar and comfortable, even the beloved, in order to discover that those painful losses only opened the door for us to find the most precious gifts of all. Here’s to embracing being both lost AND found all at once!