The Fog

It is a day like any other, though I woke up feeling different.

Stirred, shaken, uneasy. . . disrupted somehow, though my mind cannot measure or make sense of this disturbance.

As I move through the hours, I encounter frayed edges at every turn, edges I have somehow crossed.  Mine, and those of other, reflected all around me.

I begin to realize I have moved beyond clinging to certain comforts and assurances that never really existed. I am in the fog, and moving through the unknowable of change.

Or am I the fog through which the unknowable of change is moving?

I sense how I am both, all, here and now. . . and becoming.

I am both troubled and comforted by this sensing.

Life Divine please meet in this liminal space, remind me that trust is just a breath away and sweeter dreams are in the works.

So Be It . . . Amen . . . Aho . . . Peace

© 2018 Gail Barrie