251. LOST - by David Wagoner

I opened my journal to continue on my journey. And it opened to a page. Where I wrote. A poem called lost. If I, David Wagoner. I actually saw those poem. Yesterday, I believe maybe the day before, probably the day before. In my phone. Because my friend Jared had sent it to me when I was, I don't know, somewhere. On my journey. I'm going to read this poem to you, and I'd love for you to feel this. In your body. Let it seep. Through yourselves, through your molecules, through your physical being no sin to your soul. And let me know. How this poem resonates with you. This is lost. By David Wagoner. Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you are not lost. Wherever you are, is called here and you must treat it as a powerful stranger. I must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. At answers. I have made this place around you. If you leave it, you may come back again saying here. No two trees are the same to Raven. No two branches are the same to run. If what a tree or a Bush does is lost on you. You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows where you are. You must let it find you. Share your thoughts that Laura christine.us. Support the show. At Laura, christine.us. Until next time I'm sending all the love and then some more. WhatsApp again.