When we find our place right where we are, practice occurs, and we rejoice in the obviousness of this fundamental point.
At the end of the week, we celebrated our Shuso (head student) who had navigated a practice period laden (fraught?) with unpredictable meanders. At her ceremony, she sang "Zippity Do Dah." What a wonderful day. She cried. We cried.
As William Stafford wrote in his poem Cutting Loose:
Sometime from sorrow, for no reason, you sing.