Sometimes your lunch spills on the

concrete and it feels like a poem.

As a counselor I often use imagery to help make people’s invisible pain more visible and organized. All week I’ve been thinking about the fog we are all in...the vulnerability of not being able to see what’s next.

Waking up to the magic of the fog this morning helped me see my internal experience in the external world. It’s kind of soothing. It’s like Earth is saying...I see you. This is real. There’s still magic and beauty...even here.