Soft, small brave steps

This morning the island softened with the fog.
I thought about how fog is created when the air and water are different temperatures — when warm meets cool. When opposites touch.
The fog felt like to me:
• A pause between chapters
• A softening of harsh edges
• A reminder that you don’t need the whole picture to take the next step
You can only see a little bit ahead...
But that little bit is enough.
I felt like the fog offered the questions:
Can you trust what you cannot fully see?
Can you walk without clarity?
Can you rest inside uncertainty?
Today I chose to take small steps forward
Trusting,
Appreciating the softer edges,
Grateful for less harshness in this moment.
Bella and I wish you the same…
Same brave steps,
Softer edges,
And moments out of the harshness.