It reminds me of the opening lines of David Wagoner's powerful poem "Lost."
Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here.
Here. That's what I felt as I drove through the big trees and glimpsed the morning mist hanging in the valleys. Here. In my life, on my path. Clarity replaced the turmoil that had been roiling my spirit. Here. Wherever I am is called Here. I am not lost.