I woke up to fog today. The earth is cold and the air is warm, and that is when we are socked in with fog.
Whenever I walk out into fog, I am reminded of so many times in my life when I feel like I am in a fog. These are times when the next step may be clear, but the whole path is not.
Fog also reminds me that it will lift eventually, and then I will be able to see the way ahead.
I feel like fog is an invitation to trust that the way will be revealed in good time, and that I am still on my path, even though I can’t see it.
What is foggy in your life, and what would it be like if you relaxed into it?
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