It was pretty foggy out there this morning! I love watching the pelicans, flying in formation, disappear into it. Like them, I could see far enough not to get lost. And I was reminded, again, that in our lives the path ahead is never fully visible. And neither is the path behind.
Fog ahead can be a blessing. If we knew what we were getting into, would we enter into that relationship/take that job/buy that house? Or would we be paralyzed, indecisive, wondering if it would be good or bad in the long run? Fog reminds us it is likely to be a little bit of both.
Fog behind can be a blessing, too. It can be hard to hold onto a grudge if we can no longer see what started it. And it can be hard to insist something was 100% great if we can no longer point out exactly how. Like the future, the past is a little bit of both.
Fog reminds me of the importance of being where I am. Not looking too far ahead, nor too far back. To look at the beauty around me right now. To be in right relationship with the people I am with right now. To breathe this air and feel this moisture on my skin, and to give thanks for the gift of this moment.