365, Day 132: Fog

365, Day 132

Sometimes it seems the solidity and crisp edges of my world get lost in a bank of fog. Sometimes I can disperse the fog myself. Sometimes the cloud refuses to lift. Or, perhaps I should say it chooses to lift of its own accord. Perhaps periods of fog are cocoon periods and the time spent within the cloud is a necessary period of protection and incubation before the next phase of the journey.

Maybe it’s just a period of fog and I’m over-complicating…

(© Karen Opp. All rights reserved.)

About Karen

I am a fifty-something anthropology student, an artist, dancer, photographer, healer, mother, grandmother and perennial seeker. I am distracted by shiny things and infused with a sense of wonder at the world around me and people in general. I am a “journey” person who often wishes that I could have a “destination” day at least every now and then…
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