Lost in Mid-life

Embrace the confusion and stay lost

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Dylan Lewis' Sculpture captures the tension between the wild and tame in all of us

Stay Lost. Two words. Stay lost.

Being lost is scary. It is the thing we fear most as children. Finding ourselves without the security of our mother’s hand to hold. Alone. Unable to find our way home. Unsafe. The wild things clawing at our hems, crying in the darkness as the shadows come to carry us away. Lost. Alone. Unsafe.

For the last year, I’ve been lost. My children growing up and gone. My career in tatters. Friendships I thought were forever revealed to be more toxic than Love Canal. A geopolitical situation that makes me weep. A planet in peril.

My husband happily embraced his next phase of life while I have been stumbling around in the woods, unable, maybe unwilling, to find my way forward. It’s dark and frightening. The glimpses of sunlight through the trees proving to be illusions. No light through the tunnel of trees. Just a sense of hopelessness.

Stay lost.

It’s an odd thing to say to someone on parting. Stay lost. Is it a blessing or a curse?

I keep trying to find a path and getting tangled in brambles, tripped by the undergrowth. If we stay in the woods, the demons and witches come. The wild things have a rumpus. We’re meant to find our way out of the forest to the safety of home and hearth.

The stultifying safety of home and hearth. Sameness. Soul crushing complacency.

Stay lost. Embrace the wild. Glory in the journey. Exalt in the period of change and discovery.

Stay lost.

Words that those of us determined to travel through life, physically and spiritually, need to remember. If all we do is tick the boxes on the bucket list, we aren’t travelers but tourists in our own lives and the places we go.

Originally published at www.duncanblog.photography

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