“Being human, we all have fogs roll in around our heart, and often our lives depend on the quiet courage to wait for them to clear.”

~Mark Nepo,The Book of Awakening

This past August was a difficult month for me as I acknowledged the dates of my parents anniversary and that of my Mother’s physical death. I found myself held captive in a murky sense of separation.

It reminded me of times when driving in a fog, knowing it is too dangerous not to move, yet terrified of blindly moving forward.

My fog rolled in as a bite of grief, a snapping turtle, unexpected, quick, and sharp. Like a shroud, it laid heavy around me, in me, tethering me to my thoughts, my memories, and the ache of loss.

Without clarity of sight or the confidence that comes from movement, the world closed slowly in, until there was little space left but me.

I found myself in forced recluse ~ suffocating, suspended in time and abandoned of direction. Alone, feeling scared, and trapped, yet too exhausted to fight.

Once in awhile, I’d glimpse a small patch of sky from a thinning hole in the fog. It was these offerings of sanity that held me up and gave me promise of a clearing.

And then after what seemed to span lifetimes, I surrendered. Now willing to experience new truths and depleted of fear, I was open to acceptance.

Slowly the fog dissipated. And as the path lightened and my way was revealed, I bravely stepped forward…

Ponder This:

How has a fog in your Life forced you to be open and surrender to your new path?

If you choose, please share your thoughts in the comment section below.