by Deborah Globus
This week I feel lost in the woods…
Everything feels foggy…
Things that I desperately want to be in focus
remain stubbornly out of focus…
I feel fragile as dead leaves,
as dried out as an old tree stump...
Yes, this week I feel lost in the woods
and so I take to the woods.
There are lessons there to learn when you are willing to look.
Gifts of beauty…
A hint that things are rarely black and white…
And when they seem that way, a new perspective shows color and texture and variety…
As in my own life, there is evidence
in the woods that things are not as they should be – as we would want them to be.
But the trees don’t fight it.
What is, is…
In the woods, perspective grows…
I begin to put myself into context…
I feel lost in the woods this week, but what is different today from a decade ago is that I am an experienced traveler with tools to navigate this inner landscape:
In the woods I am reminded that although I feel lost, this is a feeling that will pass, as it has a hundred hundred times before. Recognizing this means I don’t panic in the same way; I don’t waste energy scrabbling to get away from the feeling. I feel safe enough to rest in the feeling and see what comes.
I know that I need to be in the woods, both the internal woods in which I am lost and the Natural woods in which I am physically. Both are rich with potential and necessary to whatever process I am in.
I understand that the real woods is a symbol of my inner “lostness” and whatever lessons I find here will help me in that other realm.
I remember more quickly that I have my journal and my creativity. When I engage with them, as with these photos and this post, I find myself more quickly, I feel less foggy, things come into perspective more readily and I find I am able to move forward…
I set my foot upon a path…
It may not be THE path, but it is A path…
…I can always adjust my diection later. For now I am grateful to simply be moving.
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