This morning on the way down the mountain into Asheville there was a traffic accident. I had a choice to sit through it or take a road less traveled on an adventure. Yeah, you already know what I did! I took a road into an unknown destination. And, the magic began to appear through every curb and dip into an area I had never visited. I was going down the rabbit hole, and I just knew I would never be the same again. Each scene took my breath way. Today is just lovely!
That’s the beauty of taking adventures…it’s the getting lost part that’s mystical. There is a true art to purposely getting lost and challenging your spirit to thrive with enjoyment. I live for the excitement of finding treasures through serendipity. I began to see farm houses with mountain views, horses on scenery that belongs in movies, and endless amount of greenery. It was an explosion of wonder and all this so close to my house…and yet…so very far. All of this in a world of its own.
These are the moments my husband refers to as Millie’s Fairy-Ass Moments when the “aha’s,” “wow’s,” “look at that,” “Oh My God!” and so many other childlike words escape me. These are the moments I drive through the curbs yelling, “Weeeeee!” It’s in those specific moments that I am reminded that the gypsy in me is always ready to take flight and explore. These mountains have a way of turning you around even when you think you are going the right direction. The longer I drove the clearer the awareness arrived, “This is what I want to do. I want to write and travel. I want to hear stories from strangers in all corners of the world while giving our little girl an experience of a lifetime.” This morning brought up that confirmation that things need to work towards that so I can get lost without an agenda. I need more of this because it makes me come alive. I need to continue manifesting this awareness into my reality because it is a vital facet of my soul. This is who I am. I have felt stuck for so long that when I do get lost I feel like I find my grounding.
When was the last time you got lost? Do you enjoy experiencing new places or does it cause you anxiety? Can you get up on a moment’s notice or do you need planning? I urge you to take the road less traveled. Don’t have a plan. Enjoy one morning without it. Make time to breathe outdoors, talk to strangers, and share in this space with get to call home.
5 thoughts on “The Art of Getting Lost”
I think the last time we got lost was coming home from PQR with Callie & Shadow on my birthday in 2012.
My husband and I go to places we have never been just to go to places we have never been. 🙂 we love the adventure.
When I drove I got lost all the time. It wasn’t fun. I use to get lost before cell phones. If I was by myself I was a nervous willy. I would always end up having to go to the bathroom and many times I didn’t make it. Now if I got lost with a friend or family I was okay. I did always notice the sights. Now that I ‘may disable I don’t venture far.
Thank you for always sharing….I get a glimpse into your life. I love it. I wish you a wonderful Sunday and Mother’s Day. Hugs, dear friend.
Happy Mother’s Day to you too my friend.