Freezing fog again this morning makes for the most gorgeous of trees and branches that take on a frosty and lacey effect.
Walking up this path as I set out on my walk around 7 a.m. I felt like I was was eveloped between worlds.
Yesterday, another foggy day – we’ve had quite a few lately – at one point, later in the day, it felt unnerving because it was also exceptionally quiet and still.
But why I was feeling unsettled about this, I wondered? When I thought about it more, I recalled years ago leaving the corporate world, in part, because I craved quiet.
It then occurred to me that my nervous system had been on high alert the last few years with all we’ve been through. And the stillness wasn’t feeling comfortable. In a way it felt like I was waiting, to use an old pun, “for the other shoe to drop.”
But was that a story I was just telling myself? Perhaps I should just relax and enjoy this space of stillness. A reminder that when we go through times of upheaval in our lives, it’s only temporary. And that indeed, stillness does return. But none of it is to be feared, but rather are the cycles of life.
Returning from my walk I was curious about the symbolism of fog. While it can represent the boundary between reality and illusion, and mystery, uncertainty and confusion, it was this meaning from a website that struck me.
“Fog can be soothing; giving you the sense that the things which trouble you are far, far away, and allowing you to let go of the stresses and strains of your everyday life.”
While yes, there is always uncertainty in life, I appreciate this insight that fog can also be an opportunity to just relax into what is and let go of any worries.
And just like that, as I finish writing this post, the sun has come out. Dissolving the world of fog and we now enter into another world of sunshine.
Indeed, we are always walking between worlds.
XO
Barb
