Leather gloves

Yesterday I couldn’t find the leather gloves used for outside. Looked in all the places where I had been the previous day. Even across the road in a paddock, as foxes tend to grab items at night and then leave them in a pile, like some sort of booty or treasure. The large pot where they are always left was looked at several times, all to no avail.

Then I felt to look deeper in the pot, much deeper than before, and there they were, nearly out of sight, only just visible.

I had to go deeper to find what I was looking for. Of course that reminded me of going deeper within, to find what we are truly looking for. It is there, it has always been there, waiting for you to find it.