I hate getting lost, and who doesn’t? That is, if I am driving or in a car with others. It will stress me out and I will begin to white knuckle and become a little bit of a spastic individual. However, that all changes when I am hiking. Preferably I choose to wander in the woods. My mother worries about this aspect of my personality. She encourages me to tell others when I am going, and when they should expect to hear from me. It’s a safety precaution, I know…she cares.
I had planned one hike around April of last year to see the sunrise from the top of a particular trail in the Smokies. Needless to say I got lost and missed a turn en route. This is what it led to though. Capturing this shot at the base of the mountain, nestled in a little community not far from the trail. I love this photo. It’s a very real image to me of times in the valley when I need a glimpse of the dawning of a new day and new mercies.
I have been fortunate enough to get lost many times when hiking. I find I am okay in those moments because I enjoy discovering what else is to be seen and not dwelling in a place of frustration or fear, simply reveling in the chance to explore something new. I often don’t see that in my life when I wander. I often fret over the path I am taking that is not like any of those who are on the path as well. It frightens me and I attempt with all of my own power and might to get myself back to that path of mass journeyers.
Lately I have been asking why, when I attempt to veer myself back. Why do you want to have a journey that looks like theirs? Why do you crave to be on this well-worn path of five deep individuals? Why not forge your own, and discover a path that is all your own and just for you?
My question today for you is, How can you get lost in your life? Is there a passion you set aside only to realize how much you miss it and need it for your life?
“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”-J.R.R. Tolkien