Beyond the fog...
there are places unseen.
Nature photo of the day: unedited fog descending into the valley at 10 am this morning.
beyond the fog there are places unseen people without faces and plans without names all waiting in heavy blanketed silence for their moment of honorable recognition in a blurred existence where appreciation is hidden gray-cloaked by a heavy-woolen mist no one can sense no one can see no one can hear no one can feel all the tears and fears creating the world-wide muddled condensation so they sit on their worn couches in blanketed silence knowing that life moves on beyond the fog, but not right here. - Cheryl M.
Nature has its moments of outstanding beauty, both in light - and in dark.
Recently, the sky has been more gray than usual, which is noticeable not only by stepping outside, but also by our extended electricity consumption in the mornings. Often times with our one light bulb on till almost two hours before noon.
In fact, with our early morning schedule in summer, often getting up off the floor (our bed) at 4 am, we also noticed that just after sunrise, our room was quite dim compared to previous years. And then there are moments of sunshine when we forget about it altogether and bask in the light that comes in from three surrounding and generous windows.
So, here is a moment to experience gratitude, for both the light and the dark, knowing that the sun will rise again on less foggy day.
In fact, it is always there, above the clouds, waiting to be appreciated once again.
As for the journal prompt of the day:
I am grateful for fog because it reminds me …
Drop your answer in the comments, so you can feel heard and appreciated!
Are you a fog chaser?
What does your daily dose of nature look like today?
We’d love to hear about that too!
I remember the fog in Davis, California. It was so thick and cold, you could not see past your arm. And then seeing orange globes, emerging from the mist, telling me I had reached home. This was the blood orange tree my landlord has planted so many years ago. I think persimmons have the same effect: glorious color and promise of sweet fruit in the dead of winter.
Do you have any monasteries in Breb?