When The Fog Lifts

~ When The Fog Lifts ~

When the fog lifts
The veils of darkness
Clarity arises
A necessary rhythm
From dark to light
From light to dark
We go on expanding
Fulfilling our destinies
Dancing in between
Periods of clarity
And periods of  fog
But when the fog lifts
We find ourselves once again
In the hands of God

~ Unfolding ~

In this continuous journey
We are never left alone
Learning and unlearning
Trusting and letting go
Loving every breath
Celebrating each moment
Of this beautiful life
Growing into ourselves
Looking at every eye
Finding all the beauty
In the light and in the dark
Our souls are unfolding
Like the rising of the sun
Our delicate heart’s knowing

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new poems 🙂

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Vase in Oil Pastel, 2013 ~ framed!

I love watching the leaves fall, it gives me a sense of quieting down, of entering a “rest phase”.  This fall/winter I plan to care for myself and learn new things.  I am starting a few projects and loving it.  I hope everyone can find time to quiet down and reevaluate some aspects of life that need reformulation.  We are never stuck, it is only our perspective that holds us prisoner.  Find something that you love to focus on, and when the fog lifts, because it always does, clarity arises and so does new perspectives.

Have a wonderful weekend!

It’s a beautiful and really busy one here in Door County 🙂

xoxo