For the listener who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.*
The question then is how to get lost. Never to get lost is not to live, not to know how to get lost brings you to destruction, and somehow in the terra incognito in between lies a life of discovery.**
Oldness and lostness: two themes stumbled upon this morning.
As I grow older I know I am slowing down in a number of ways but I am also slowing down intentionally.
To slow down and notice more allows me to become lost in the familiar places.
The human being knows herself only insofar as she knows the world; she perceives the world only in herself and herself only in the world. Every new object clearly seen, opens up a new organ of perception.^
*From Wallace Stevens‘ The Snow Man, quoted in David Rome’s Your Body Knows the Answer;
**From Rebecca Solnit’s A Field Guide to Getting Lost;
^Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, quoted in Your Body Knows the Answer: italics mine offering more gender balance.