Five of Cups
Crying over spilt milk. Two cups in front of you are poured out, emptied. The sorrow is palpable, because something precious and good has been lost.
Yet, at the same time three cups remain. Just out of sight, obvious to others but hidden to the figure mourning a loss. Those three cups are greater than that which has been lost. Yet there is no consolation in it, because with the focus so much on that which is gone, it’s impossible to see what remains.
When things go wrong, it’s easy to focus so completely on the loss that all else slips away. But too much focus on grief can mean losing sight of the good that remains. What sorrow is occupying your focus? What possibilities might you be missing? What good have you been short-changing in your life?