Nov1TueNovember 1, 2011
This morning, after dropping off my girls at school, I was heading south on the Ninth Line, when suddenly my car was surrounded by fog. I could see the sunshine trying to push its way through, but today the fog was winning. I kept on driving but my pace was much slower. Then off in the distance I saw mama horse and her baby nuzzling each other. I love this intersection in the road, and I often see them together...but today I loved it even more. That beautiful fog and the yellow sunshine were threading ribbons of unconditional love and hope upon the dark silhouettes.
What I saw, is what I feel when I’m in the fog...whether physically, emotionally, spiritually or mentally...the fog asks us to slow down, watch closely, take our time, and soon it will be clear and the light will return once again.