This fog moved in suddenly this morning. I live very close to the sound and I’m on a bluff so the fog moves through us here. I can see billows of moisture swirling in the air backlit by the morning sun. This is all accompanied by the sound of a foghorn. It’s completely enchanting.
Photo by John McCormick Random thoughts on how to have an unguarded heart even in the midst of pain. These are things I’m telling myself these days. Some of them are redundant but worth repeating. Stay open-hearted. Don’t strike back. Just breathe and flow and choose Love. Keep the door open for grace to pour…
“I feel like I should be doing something momentous with my life, ” she said. I replied that she had been raising her baby for 10 years. She said she wanted to find something more important to do. I said, “In the meantime, enjoy the setting sun and the smell of your daughter’s hair.” It…