THE STORY OF "OH, TO GET LOST"
I believe in the intrinsic value of getting lost. But in the days when adventure has become a commercialized agenda item rather than a personal quest, a search party, many of us have lost our sense for what it means to lose ourselves for a while. Why should we want to get lost? What’s the draw? To find something in ourselves we think is missing? Or to lose something of ourselves we no longer want but don’t know how to shed? Here is one inalienable truth: We can’t find what hasn’t been lost. I found myself in the naked lands of the American West. Here, in the suddenly grandiose amid the ordinary, I belong, I found A Sense of Home.
To get here, I got lost. Consciously, I left behind the life I knew in my native Germany and, carrying a backpack full of hopes and dreams and determination, I headed out West, way west. I got lost in abundant opportunity, without losing my most innate self along the way. Instead, I seek devotion to fulfilling my life’s destiny. In these sacred, ancient lands, intoxicated by nature, I came upon a visceral connection, a spiritual home. Oh, to get lost.
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