Into the Mist

If I had a blog, today I would write about the beauty of autumn’s misty mornings.

10022014_075418 webSitting at the breakfast table this morning, I watched as dense fog rose from the valley to cover the hills in a pewter-grey cloak. At first, thin tendrils of mist wove among the trees, then deepened into a thick bank that hid the top of Hawk Ridge, blurring the boundary between earth and sky.

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As I sipped my coffee, the sun rose behind the pond and the somber morning was lit with pink and gold. Spiderwebs shimmered in the mist, each strand lined with perfectly formed beads of dew and the grasses bent under the weight of diamond-drops that reflected the color of the morning. I have seen such mornings before, but I never tire of autumn’s misty morns.

There is something alluring about the fog. It brings out the child in us. Who hasn’t gone out on a foggy day and imagined catching a glimpse of a dragon or unicorn in some unexplored part of the woods? We need mystery, even uncertainty, in our lives. It allows for undreamt of possibilities, for the existence of miracles.

10112013_070717 (1) webWithout a sense of unknowing, we lose our sense of wonder. Even when the unknown is frightening, it is an opening through which the stuff of dreams can slip. In times of certainty, we become complacent, overly confident in our knowledge of the future. We think we know how “it” is all going to play out and we feel blindsided when things don’t fit into the future we had foreseen. But even in that hour of despair, there is hope; hope that something better than we imagined lies just around the bend. For, we must follow the wisdom of poet Ranier Maria Rilke when he wrote:

Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.

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