|At the start of my walk...|
I was grateful to spend the last week housesitting near Face Rock Beach in Bandon, Oregon. I walked the long beaches usually twice a day, in between overlong work sessions.
One afternoon, as I headed north, I noticed that Face Rock was barely visible in the fog. In fact, if I hadn't seen her before, I wouldn't have even known she was there.
On my return, the fog had cleared, and the namesake rock was in her usual pose of looking up at the sky from the waters. I couldn't help but wonder: how many things do we walk past in the fog of our limited perception, not knowing the presence of beauty just beyond the visible conditions of our lives?
|...and on my return.|
I spent a good chunk of the week's work on a new possible adventure--one that would require new ways of seeing, thinking, and dreaming.
We shall see (and I do hope with more than my natural eyes).
With love from the fog & the sun,