Fog

Woke up this morning to find a cloudy mist had fallen over my world.

It was such a lovely representation of my own inner fog and uncertainity. Nothing much has changed, the buildings are still there behind the hazy cloud that obscures them. And so my inner well of wellbeing still overflows even though this news that I have received has turned my attention away from it.

There is something beautiful about the fog if you take the time to see it. A lot of the time though we focus on the lack of clarity. We want the fog to lift so that things can go back to how they used to be and fail to appreciate the moment of beauty. This change that makes old things look new, this change that will soon go away and leave us looking at our old world in a new way.

For no matter how much we think that there is a certain way things have always been, things are never the same. They have never been. Everything is new, constantly shifting and changing. And every so often a fog will fall upon us to remind us of this.

Sometimes it takes a moment of not seeing anything at all to teach us how to see clearly.

This is my moment.