FIELD NOTES: The Freedom of Lost Bearings
A reminder that sometimes the only way to find your true north is to deliberately lose your map.
One's imagination and the nervous slipping of time until in hand’s reach. Stunned in darkness you gasp for air when the blur magnetises a long forgotten truth. As crystal it trembles the force of an earthquake while your fingers long its touch.
The heart leaps at rediscovery, sketching the sky with a silver lining. From finding the golden dragon, questioning fate, becoming the child again. You feel empty, yet so wise.
A seagull's scream seeps in. The wind, sun collaborating on that perfect day. For the one out, and the glory is broken. Transported in time you box away senses to travel afar. Ready to race past treetops, giant waterfalls, mountains an inch away. The thrill of a lifetime, reaping pins and needles.
The untamed is like getting lost, to see fresh again. When order prevails, add a bit of chaos to the mix. That right balance to keep you from living underwater.
Overwhelmed when residing a city too long - glorious it feels to rid orientation. When the familiar blows too hard, structure starts to wear off and steer you like a puppet on a string. Amongst humans, concrete buildings, another relationship needs watering.
Explorers are poisoned with a craving for more of life, an ever-increasing radiation. They bow to what comes next, acknowledge the spectacular, and nurture existence.
How does it feel to have this day? Blessed it is, wishing only but your creation of beauty. "Once a year, go someplace you have never been before," the Dalai Lama concludes.
The greatest danger is not in getting lost; it is in living a life so structured that we forget the texture of the wild. It is in becoming a puppet pulled by the strings of our own routine.
My question for our community is this: In what area of your life—your work, your routine, your thinking—has structure become so rigid it feels less like a support and more like a cage? And what is one small, deliberate act of chaos you can introduce this week to let the wild back in?
I look forward to reading your reflections in the private members' discussion.
Trust the hunch. Find the story.
Antoine
