Getting
Lost
Hours ago, my compass was bearing straight, steady and holding course. Now I look at the needle and it is pointing in all directions, going everywhere but the place where I want to go, leaving me in a twilight zone of torment.
How many times have I felt this way? How many times have I faced uncertainty and felt lost, this feeling of powerlessness creeping from the inner depth of my insecurity? I have always been able to look back at those moments with acquired wisdom and see how positively transforming those truly unfortunate events turned out to be, how much I grew personally and spiritually. I know I will be okay and that I will make it through. I have been here before, and I have all the tools and capacity to find my way out. But this chaotic present is still a burden of monumental proportions, and that is okay.
Erika Harris, author of The POWER of Your Intense Fragility, has a wonderful quote: “It is good to feel lost…because it proves you have a navigational sense of where ‘Home’ is. You know that a place that feels like being found exists. And maybe your current location isn’t that place but, Hallelujah, that unsettled, uneasy feeling of lost-ness just brought you closer to it.”
Besides reaffirming our sense of belonging, these forced detours are always filled with unexpected treasures, if only we open ourselves to seeing them. I have lost count of the times when I have found the most beautiful places, met the most amazing people, lived the most incredible moments and discovered my most cherished possessions, only after losing myself and surrendering to the moment, letting the flow of life carry me and my intuitions guide me.
There is an undeniable sadness and anxiety when faced with uncertainty. Let’s be honest, who really takes complete pleasure in being at a point in time and space that seems to be disconnected from everything? The answers, as distant as they may seem, reside inside of us. It is that place that feeds our intuition and only wants to protect us. My fears and doubts will often be the loudest and quickest to react, urging me to flee and find shelter. But, in those moments when my sense of orientation disappears, the bearing to find my way back home, the clarity that will illuminate my world once again, all appear when I let go and open myself.
The key is to accept the predicament and understand I have no power over the past, but I do hold the keys to the future.
