It was foggy outside when I woke this morning, dense enough to distort the outlines of the trees in my neighbor’s yard. Yet above it all the sun was shining and the sky was blue and in a matter of hours the experience of the morning’s limited outlook was transformed.
It seemed an apt metaphor for the collective pall that has rolled across our land. A foggy social construct that has warped our perspective and has shrouded our inner vision of the Light within us all.
We must continue to believe that the sun will come out tomorrow and that one day soon we will again wake up to a world of warmth and generosity of spirit, and with clarity for a compassionate way forward out of our current societal miasma
Cosmic Gardener - Cultivating a Life 