I had such a profound thought the other morning during my morning Cup time as I sat on our backyard patio and watched. in slow motion, the fog rolling across the valley. My initial thought was the movie, "The Fog," preparing me for monsters to jump out and devour me. Then, a moment later, I realized what the fog was showing me. Its density was meant, not to cloak something scary, but rather, to wipe out all distractions, all things from the past.
Like any household cleaner, it was wiping everything clean, leaving a blank slate. Space to think, to be, to be filled with something better.
I sat in that misty stillness, savoring all of it.
Then, as the sun rose, it cleared the fog just as slowly as it rolled in. You see? The light came in.
I watched everything become clear, slowly, just by sitting still.
As I watched the scenery reassemble itself, I noticed that the hills across the valley were still a bit opaque. And you know what? That was ok - in my life, the end result has never been clear or certain but that has never stopped me from starting from where I was.
It's like driving through fog, albeit slowly....the scenery always becomes clear once you're upon it.
I almost never know exactly what the end state will look like but I know it will become clearer as I get closer, one step at a time, taking as much time as I need.
Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. E. L. Doctorow