It has been suggested that I could get lost in a cardboard box. I suppose I could. It would depend, however, on whose box it was and how much space it held. I wouldn’t want to lose myself in a shoebox, for instance. Unless it held a pair of Ziggy Stardust’s boots, in which case I would not mind. In other words: choose carefully whose shoes you chuck out of the box before you get lost in it.
Orientating yourself when you know from which direction you are coming is one thing, it is quite another being equipped to orientate yourself without it mattering. It is helpful in either instance to have at least one reference point upon which you can rely without hesitation, should such become necessary. It is important to remember that reference points are not necessarily always fixed. They are on occasion in flux. And that is the crux.
It would seem to me that best orientation for each of us stems from where we truly originate, i.e. where we come from. Where our home is. Wherever we find ourselves in the world, there is that unfailing lifeline that will orientate a lost heart and guide it back to where it belongs. The journey home is one that a true heart will not hesitate to take should the need arise for its repatriation. A true heart trusts the call of community.