Foggy Morning

I spent some time housesitting this past week in a neighboring city. It’s an opportunity that comes along every so often and I enjoy the time away from my usual routine and doing things that I don’t normally get a chance to do. I live about an hour and a half from “the big city” and so I have my favorite haunts to visit when time and opportunity allow. I spent happy hours at Barnes and Noble, World Market, and Whole Foods. And pondered.

There have been a lot of changes going on in my world and I’m trying to figure out what to do with it all. What are my next steps in life? Clarity in my choices has been hard to come by and it can be rather frustrating at times. It often feels as though I’m in a fog and I don’t know if it’s from too many choices, being an indecisive water sign, or just gray matter on the wane.

Looking out at the fog this past week I reminded myself that although fog can cloud a lot of the town, scenery, and vistas around you if you close your eyes and listen you can hear sounds that normally get lost in the sense of sight. The distant clang from the metro station, early morning commuters on the highway, a train’s whistle announcing its imminent arrival, a dog barking blocks away. And so it is that I know if I just close my eyes and dive more deeply within and listen the answers will come. At least some plan or project to get started and then more and more clarity is sure to arrive.