Lost

Elizabeth contemplating

All of us have experienced those moments in which not even the best map and compass can help us navigate our sensations of feeling lost inside. In these moments, we might notice rolling waves of grief, confusion, sorrow, and fear. We might feel our world has turned upside down. In one such pivotal moment in my life, my mentor offered me a poem. This poem has become one of my navigation tools, nudging me back into being “found” in those moments when I seem to have lost my way.

So, now it’s my turn to offer it to you:

Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

~David Wagoner, 1976.

 

Wild Women Under a Full Moon

This weekend was dedicated to joining with a special group of soulful and strong women in hiking and exploring the wilderness within and surrounding us at Mohican and Malabar Farm State Parks in Ohio. We engaged in deeply moving conversations, meditative silent hiking, and enjoyed delicious fresh food cooked over a campfire. As the day was winding down and nightfall descended, we camped by the light of a wondrous glowing full moon.

Her heart was wild,

but I didn’t want to catch it, 

I wanted to run with it, 

to set mine free.

-Atticus