There’s a feeling I miss, the feeling of happily getting lost. It comes with being in a new area, city, country, the sense of wandering without an aim. To fall into the details of a place that isn’t known to you. This year it’s been nature that I’ve got lost in, which I love, but my heart is occasionally longing for places beyond home.
It makes me think of all the ways we can get lost – in thought, art, film, reading, writing, mediation, within ourselves, outside ourselves. Some forms of getting lost take us away from the essence of who we are, but others bring us back. It is art, writing, and reading that reunite me with the deepest parts of myself. Photography, too, gives me space to dive into the moment and all the details right in front of me. Lately, therapy has been bringing me to an ever deeper sense of home.
My bookshelves contain rows and rows of books, some that tap into who we are as humans, poetry books that reach in towards my heart, photography books that expand my understanding and appreciation of the form, books full of creativity prompts, and shelves more of fiction. I love to get lost in books, and I miss the endless possibility that bookshops offer.
There was a small stretch of time today that we got lost in the woods, we took a wrong turning and ended up adding to our long path through the trees. We’d gone up and down, winding this way and that by the end of the trail, but it was one of those afternoons that you really need – to immerse yourself, and get lost, in nature. The following photographs were from this walk; I can deal with waiting a while longer to get lost in new places, as long as days like today keep coming.
What ways have you been getting lost lately?