In Hiding
If only the fog would stay for awhile, I might find the stillness I need.
We are in the season of mist and the time of fog right now. I don’t mind. It is comforting and familiar. Safe. The fog has a way of filtering out harsh realities, softening hard edges. Inside this cocoon I feel less exposed. It is a good place to process loss and to be still.
When the mists surround me, I feel much closer to the spirit. I write about this every spring, I think – how the veil between earth and spirit thins in the mists – because it is the reason I came to live on an Island, this Island. I wanted to be close to the sea, closer to the spirit, deeper into the mystery – and farther from the noise. I wanted, in all truth, to be far from the madding crowd and closer to the divine. And I still do.