Out Of The Fog

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

– Méia

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Maria Jacobs

Hi, I’m Maria – an authentic, down-to-earth realtor, wife to a sailor, mother to a creative daughter, two majestic cats, and an energetic Goldendoodle puppy. I am a tree lover, artist and wanna-be poet with a passion for garden gates, art, history and mindfulness. Growing my roots in beautiful Door County, Wisconsin, helping others do the same, and loving every minute of it.

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