I think we need tokens, mementos, talismans, to keep up with the idea that moved us in the first place.
Or, at least, I need them. I need to infuse something I carry or wear (or ink on, for that matter...) to remind me, not where I've been, but where I'm going.
I keep coming back to this idea of the compass, and that's still so present, necessary for me, I guess. I'm not ready to put it down yet.
The trees, lovely as they are, are just too dense for that kind of reliance on instinct alone.