Reflections in the Pacific Northwest Coastal Region.
Mornings here start in silence.
The fog rolls in thick over the Sound, softening the trees, blurring the horizon. Even the water seems to still itself beneath the weight of all that quiet.
There are days, seasons even, when life feels like this.
Where everything familiar is there but hidden.
Where you can’t see the next step, much less the path ahead.
You wake up inside it, the not knowing. The in-between.
And you walk anyway.
That’s the thing about fog: it never stays.
It doesn’t burn off with speed or noise. Nothing you do can make it go away to clear the path.
It lifts when it’s ready.
And when it does…
You see the world again.
Clearer. Brighter.
You realize you weren’t lost. You were just learning to trust your footing in the foggy places.
The fog always lifts.
The path reappears.
You remember who you are.
And you keep going.
Even in the fog, your path is still beneath your feet. Trust your steps. The fog always lifts. – Patti Jewel
Just Keep Walking. Step with Love. Always forward.
