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The Virtue of Being Lost

"When you are dancing, you are not intent on getting somewhere. The meaning and purpose of dancing is the dance."—Alan Watts
It’s actually pretty rare for someone to ask just what it is that I have been doing with my time while on the road. Which is good. Because my answer is boring.
I walk.
I walk through cities, small towns, forest trails (my favorite), shopping malls and museums. By the time I was barefoot on the beaches in Southern California I was walking an average of 7 miles a day. Now it seems closer to twenty. My record is a 30 mile day of steep San Francisco hills.
Because I have no sense of direction, I get lost.
While I concede the point that one can’t truly be lost if they have no destination in mind, There are times (more often than not) when I have no idea where it is that I am. After spending an entire day (6:30am-10:30pm) walking around Philadelphia a few days ago, my family-of-the-week asked what I did and what I saw. It was like 3 things. The day was mostly …

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