Working On Staying Found

Thursday evening our climbing class team assembled at Council Crest Park, the highest point in Portland, to practice our navigation skills.  The weather was forgiving as we practiced with our compasses.  As we were comparing bearings one lady shared a poem with us.  So, to add some culture to this blog I am going to share that poem with you.

Lost

By David Wagoner

Stand still.  The trees and bushes beside you

Are not lost.  Wherever you are is called Here,

And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,

Must ask permission to know it and be known.

The forest breathes.  Listen.  It answers,

I have made this place around you.  

If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.

No trees are the same to Raven.

No two branches are the same to Wren.

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.