i lost the map i once navigated life by.
granted, i had created the map from landmarks and coordinates that were not quality foundational reference points. after all, how can a cartographer have an accurate representation when they are basing their map on the time of lowest elevation as a waymark?
somehow this map has served me well enough that now that it is gone, i am the one feeling misplaced. standing in an open meadow, not certain which direction will give me cover from the elements and unsure which direction leads to home.
i would love for someone to let me use their map, yet i know i wouldn't fully trust its markings and would struggle reading the key.
must i begin anew?
constructing an atlas from old truths revealed in clarity, incorporating trusted pieces of others' maps, and adding new wayposts as i navigate through new terrain?
...or is it enough to journey in wanderlust exploring each moment. guided by some well known landmarks and trusting my compass will help me orient?
i wonder if that is how all maps are made after-all.
1 comment:
Wow, some sentences/questions stand out here. And this writing is so concise yet lovely, thought provoking, and revealing of where you are within, on, around, beyond, and away from your newly forming map. I wonder if the mapping will be both an emergent process for you moment to moment as well as a process of connecting with other people’s way points and discerning if they suit you!
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