The book:
This book is a hymn to getting lost. Drawing on his experience as a troubled schoolboy, a burnt-out screenwriter at the BBC, an 'awkward' priest in the Church of England, Colin Heber-Percy reflects on the value of not belonging…
We all share a desire to belong. There's reassurance and safety in knowing who we are and where we fit in. But at significant moments in our lives – a new job, new school or an unexpected change of circumstances – or just in the ruts and routines of everyday life, we can experience a sense of not belonging, of dislocation, of being lost in a forest. But, there is another way to approach these uneasy moments. Rather than fearing the forest, Colin discovers great value and creativity there.
Join parish priest Colin Heber-Percy in an invitation to get lost – to lose the labels society and institutions use to box us in – and to relish the liberation of losing our way in the world. Blending anecdotes from parish life, with philosophy, literature and tales from his local Savernake Forest, Colin argues that there is an overlooked richness, a spirituality and a freedom to be found outside the boundary lines our culture sets for us.
My thoughts:
The body, the home, school, work… where do we belong? In “Lost in the Forest”, the latest book by Colin Heber-Percy (author of “Tales of a Country Parish”), the author takes a walk in the woods to puzzle over this question…
Heber-Percy is the parish priest for Savernake in Wiltshire, and the chapters of the book are named for the oak trees he encounters during his regular walks in Savernake Forest, a truly ancient place. As I stated reading, I thought these names were the author’s own invention, but I learned that in fact the notable oaks of the forest have been named by the Forestry Commission (based on historic connections, location, appearance…), with plaques to inform those who come across them in their wanderings.
“Sturdy, green-painted wooden signs give the names of the famous oaks in Savernake Forest. Some of the oaks are named for their situations, so Crockmere Oak stands beside Crockmere Pool. Others are named for personages: Marie-Louise, King Oak, Queen Oak, Duke’s Vaunt. And others are descriptive of the tree itself: Old Paunchy, Spiral, Green-Fluted Oak, and so on.”
The author ties each of these venerable and ancient trees to a point and place in his life, as he shares his thinking on the nature of belonging (and lack of belonging) we all experience in life. Drawing on sources and memories (from the bible to Iggy Pop), his writing is beautiful and encourages you to think deeply, but is also punctuated with humour; making this both an illuminating and also surprisingly easy book to read.
In one chapter, in which Heber-Percy speaks about his years in an English boarding school, he describes an encounter with a maths teacher who emphasised the need for him to write his numbers within the gridlines of his workbook. But Heber-Percy seems to be someone not meant to keep his writing in a box, and this book is entertaining and thought-provoking as a result.
“…sometimes it’s better to be lost than to know exactly where you are.”