Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The stability of the mountain, which seemed so certain when it was obvious from your window, is suddenly in question. Everything disappears into a gloomy greyish soup.
Wiser souls assure you that the sun will return and burn off the mist. You watch and wait, then try to distract yourself with other activities so that you don't have to look at the grey.
Eventually, the sky is blue and the last pieces of fog are releasing their hold on the mountain.
You're filled with gratitude for those who went before you and assured you that mist evaporates. The mountain brings you even more joy than it did before -- because you know it never left your side. You love the sun, which cleared the mist and allowed you to see the truth. And yet, you accept the mist. You know it will return and hide your mountain.
But - when it happens again, you'll be the wise soul. You'll know that your truth is the mountain, not the mist.