Dear friends,

Visibility is limited this morning, and it strikes me that this is a metaphor for life.  I know the landmarks in my community, but at the moment, they’re obscured.  It doesn’t mean they’re not there.

In the midst of feeling worried, overwhelmed, anxious, I focus on the metaphorical “fog” in my head.  I become disoriented.  I can’t see clearly.  And I start to believe that my plans, my dreams, my hopes for the future are completely out of reach.

Fog always burns off.  It’s a vapor.  It can hide things from our vision, but it is only a fleeting part of our reality.

Wishing you clarity today.

Blessings,

Annette