Lost

Walking on the road, lost in thought. Lost: a curious phrase. Being lost in our thoughts, rambling around in the thicket of the mind, lost in the past, lost in ruminations about the future, rehearsals of conversations, triggers, the smatter of losses, blueprints, projects, ideas, obsessions, shadows, intentions, the grief of it all; words and pictures we could never speak out loud, as we scrape the walls of memory with a child’s raw feeling or a resonant reckoning of the age we are.

Lost in thought. We stop. This is where we are. it is now. There is no other place we can be. All the parts of ourselves, screaming, whispering, singing at once. Listen. Do you hear something beneath the noise? Do you hear you?

I invite you to consider yourself lost. This may be like being lost at sea, lost in the dark, lost in chaos, lost in the midst. But perhaps just be lost for this while. It is uncomfortable to feel so out of control. But with hand on your heart and one on your stomach, stay in the rocking boat, and hold on to the paddle. Eventually the storm subsides and it is still.

Being with the reverie, breathing in and out --slow. there is stillness between the noise and all that activity. Underneath that whirlwind is that place where creativity is, where presence is.

Lost may the first step back to found.

Mikele