I’ve been thinking through for the past good number of days, some difficult words I want to say. But alas, I thought of my dear Mom, her and her wildflowers and her continuous refrain that we should only share and spread good news. “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t. Say it another day.” And then I notice too, it’s Sunday so hey - change of plans. I’ll write something more “feel good”.
Get lost. Like I exhort in my video, a brief stop I made on a two-flat journey (yeah, got a 2nd flat just after shooting / speaking this video). I got lost several times on my regular type ride, what I call a “romp” - no plans, just ride and pedal and live and sing and be. Enjoy the weather, the moment, the and this thing we be. But sometimes, yeah, I get quite lost. Lost “just enough” - let me put it that way. I will eventually get home. I’m safe. But in theory, I’m lost. Little idea of north or up or this or that way.
What’s nice about this displacement is that it grounds me somehow. Just being out there. What did Van The Man sing? - No teacher. No method. No guru. I’ll add another, no map.
My admonition remains. Get lost. Leave the rut and strut about and let yourself be a little less safe. You’ll be fine and better for when you get home and see what remains.
Now a poem off the hip. To end this beautiful 2 flat ride day.
On Getting Lost.
Get lost.
It won’t cost you a dime.
You might meet somebody.
You might even have a good time.
Get lost.
Let your wildflower inside grow.
Let your real side show.
Let nobody know
you know,
you are there.
Get lost.
Live without a care
Of the this or that or
Who is the queen of the fair.
Let others take care of the residual.
As for living
Our servants can do that for us.
You just be, defy civilization’s rust.
You just be there
Lost
Without a care
Because nothing is
foreign to you
a citizen of this world
a humming bird with
a beautiful kind of
fearless symmetry
lost as you are
in life’s meaning filled
electricity.
May 19th, 2024.
Lost. Somewhere on the road to somewhere.
Get Lost.