I felt like I was lost in a forest.
And then I realized that you're only lost as long as you hold a destination in your mind.
Forget that there's someplace else that you want to be, and you're suddenly comfortable with wherever you happen to be.
To be comfortable with wherever you happen to be is to never be lost but to instead wander in ceaseless amazement.
Who lives here?
Whose home is this?
Eventually, a gate opens up and a path appears.
But the path has its own obstructions and discouragements.
The foolish bustle from place to place, always searching for something else, never contented with where they are.
Surrender is not always defeat.
Surrender can also be accepting things as they are, right here, right now.
Surrender is a liberating release from holding onto a destination, and freedom for ever being lost again.
Surrender is strength.
(All pictures taken October 28, 2011 in Lithonia, Georgia.)