When the map feels broken, I simply turn to what the world actually is. I look for patterns in the trees, the flow of the wind, the way the light falls on the ground. I let my breathing guide me, staying present, noticing every little change. I remember the shape of the place from when I first walked it, and I trust that quiet voice inside that knows the way. If I still feel lost, I pause, breathe, and ask myself which direction feels most natural, and then keep going that way, trusting that the path will unfold.