I went to see my sea this morning and it was gone, whisked away in the night and covered up in a shroud of fog. In fact, about the only thing visible right now is the white line on the road to guide my way. Nonetheless, I could hear my sea and feel the spray - my tonic to start the day.
Being in the fog is synonymous with the past year for me. Losing Dad still has a hold on my spirit, and as we come toward the one year mark, I find that the fog over me is providing me a nice place of comfort and reverie. It is OK!
This day started at 5 am. I love the early morning and always get so much done. I am so grateful today for the fact that in 2 minutes, I can be at my wonderful locally-owned Village Market, choosing from a beautiful array of fresh vegetables and fruits among other things, and be back home and have it put away within 20 minutes, and then go to work within 5 minutes. What a gift!
Last night I made a wonderful vegetable beef soup which LM and I will enjoy tomorrow evening as we re-unite for the weekend. BLISS. LM's love envelops me just like the fog.