Nothing makes me crazier than losing stuff. Keys, documents, that thing I just had in my hand.. Yet I loooove (or at least don't mind) being lost! As in, not knowing exactly where in the world I am. As long as I know where my wallet is, I'm not so concerned with where my body is. I'm not great at knowing which street to turn on, but somehow I nearly always have an innate sense of direction, which way is the sea, the mountains, which way I should be heading, even if I'm not sure why.
I would like to hear your stories of being lost, or of losing something, and how that affected you. By the way, if you are new to blogs, please remember to look at and add to the COMMENTS link, at the bottom of each post. That's where the juicy stuff is.
For this post, please share:
Where in the world were you when you were lost, or when you lost something?
If you lost something, did you ever find it again? If not, what happened?
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One Art (poem by Elizabeth Bishop)
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-- Elizabeth Bishop
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