It’s good to get lost sometimes. Sometimes on the road and sometimes in general. It can open the way to a new vista both literally and figuratively. I got lost the other night on my way to an art center in another county. I googled the directions haphazardly (no GPS), as I am prone to do, and figured that I could easily find my way. An hour past my designated arrival time with the sun setting and sensing that I passed my destination, I started my usual inner dialog getting annoyed with me for yet again getting in the car without really knowing where I was going yada yada yada. However, I found myself mostly alone on a winding rural road that led me through fields of goldenrod, odd striped cows (or bulls) and semi-wild meadows. It was almost sublime, and I vowed to return with camera in hand. This (Sunday) morning I retraced my tire tracks and happily discovered a beautiful area of New Jersey within twenty minutes of my home. And on my ride to there – I solved a dilemma that had been plaguing my painting and artwork. In every way lately – on the road – at my easel – and above all in my daily life – I am finding a new and better way after finally giving in to getting lost.
lost in its bloom the goldenrod alters my perspective