I’m out on my morning walk with Harper, and we are immersed in a dense fog. The fog is obscuring my vision and I’m enjoying the feeling of being closed in. It feels somehow comforting.
Things seem to blur, as if in a relaxed focus, and unfamiliar shapes take the place of things that I see and know every day.
Fog invites me to slow down and savor what is right in front of me, within my limited range of view.
As a metaphor for my life, fog is a relief. I don’t have to seek clarity. It will come naturally, when the sun gets bright and the fog lifts.
Today I am also noticing lots of different kinds of wild mushrooms. There are red ones. There are tall slender ones, with narrow caps. There are short creamy ones with big wide caps.
These fungi remind me that summer is beginning to draw to a close, and that soon, Autumn will grace us with its presence. Autumn is when mushrooms are most prolific around here.
The sounds of crickets and cicadas have replaced the fullness of morning birdsong.
The days are noticeably shorter than they were a month ago, both in the morning and in the evening.
I welcome the transition from summer to autumn. I love the cooler days, and the dark green colors, turning eventually to vivid reds, yellows, and oranges.
What I don’t always welcome is the passage of time, which feels to me like it is continuing to accelerate.
The only wise response to the passage of time, for me, is to savor more.
When I bring all of my attention into the present moment, and savor something, and really behold it, time seems to stop its relentless forward march.
So I stop to savor the fog, and to behold the mushrooms, and to just appreciate life, right here in this moment. And, for just this moment, time seems to stop and widen.
What are you savoring today?