Missy has moved on to wherever the best friends in the world go when they're no long here. And, I'm in Mexico, light years away from the place where I was so lost.
Along the way, I have found pieces of myself and keep meeting that powerful stranger called Here.
In a few minutes, I will get on a bus and go to a placed called Morelia where I will meet other strangers and see what they have to say.
Louise at Recover Your Joy talks this morning about being lost in the woods and it reminds me of David Wagoner's powerful poem "Lost" from the book "Traveling Light: Collected and New Poems" published by the University of Illinois Press in 1999.
A week ago I set off on my journey to pick up Missy. It was a journey back to roots, to a place where I was lost. And, as sometimes happens when one has lost their bearings, I had a mishap. Fortunately a minor mishap that was put right by a mechanic's expertise, a transfer of dollars and insurance data. Soon I was winding my way back to where the forest could find me again. I'm already starting to feel "found."
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 two 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.
I know the poem and have it shared it in the past. Thank you for the reminder of the power to which it speaks.ReplyDelete
Oh my, we seem to be on the same page again. You amaze me... and thanks for the poem; it's perfect!ReplyDelete
Oh my indeed. We are all to be found on the same page, no matter where it is!ReplyDelete