I go into the woods not so much to find something but to lose, lose track of time, lose the noise of crowded places, lose my inhibition, lose, myself.
Because only when I feel lost do I also feel at peace, at ease, surrounded by all the others lost, in the woods. We find each other, we belong, lost and found, under golden rays and Raven calls.
If you'd ever set out to find me you wouldn't, I'm rather good at being lost, deep in the woods. But if you're lost as well, at times perhaps, there I am, right beside you. See? Found you.