A few weeks ago, I awoke to a foggy morning and I savored the interlude. The peace of it. The way it moves in and blankets the earth: the land, the trees, the water, too. In Florida, the Earthways Shamanic Path celebrates four seasons, Rainy, Hurricane, Dry and Fire. In between some of the Seasons, there is a Foggy Interlude.
The foggy interlude isn’t a pause. Time doesn’t stand still in a fog. It just slows way, way down. Or rather, because fog is so thick, we must slow down to travel, so this is a time of mindfulness. Simultaneously, because fog envelopes us, it is possible to clear one’s mind and allow the fog to enter us, for a time.
Fog is magical. Shapes change in the fog, distances morph, sound travels like poetry. We can rest between what was, and what is yet to be in the fog,
Share your Peace with Mother Earth and Father Sky and the Big Waters all around you, for we are all related.
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