To loose ones bearings. To feel the disconnection from the known and familiar. That arising panic that builds from a small wave and has the potential of a tsunami.
Your mind like a feather in the wind, increasingly unsettled, finding nowhere to land that feels home.
Your body flooded with the grip of terror.
To be lost seeks the counterintuitive response of running.
Lost asks for stillness.
Feeling the Earth beneath your feet. Noticing the touch of the breeze upon your cheek.
Breathing in the air of the unfamiliar.
Sinking into your life experience of knowing.
Let the rising tsunami settle. Allow your heart rate to calm.
In a world where you are lost, find that within you which is not.
From this place trust the next step.
Photo Taken August 12th 2018
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