As I read the following I am reminded of the first time Campbell and I got truly lost together, after coming home from training.
This story is told in my first published book, Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life.
When, I think back to that long ago day, I remember thinking something similar to what is written here.
I also remember being fascinated with the fact that even though I had no earthly idea where I was, I was not afraid.
I was not stumbling all over everything, had no fear of being harmed by my surroundings, and even though both Campbell and I were glad to finally find people, and our way home, I was just a tad bit disappointed about the experience having come to an end.
What are your thoughts as you read this poem?
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Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
~ David Wagoner ~
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