On one of my last mornings in Louisiana, well really, on all of my last mornings in Louisiana, there was a super heavy fog everywhere when I awoke. On most of those mornings, I was happy to just stand outside the tent and admire it, contemplate it as a metaphor and as a beautiful phenomenon in its own right. The moisture in the air swirled and shifted, obscured and revealed in alternation, brightened and darkened the rising sun.
It took a long time to burn off, this fog, and there was no rushing it. I suppose I could have screamed at it, badgered it, tried to cajole it into doing what I wanted, but nature just doesn’t work that way. Nature does as she pleases, and we mere mortals must be content to watch her do her thing. We can rage at her uncooperative streak, or we can embrace her beauty in the moment and cherish her for what she is. Trying to force her compliance to our wants and needs is impotent at best, destructive at worst. It’s best to appreciate and watch and wait, and just glory in her as she is. Patience. She’ll do as she does.
My heart is the same way, FYI.
I’m getting a bit annoyed with the pushing, to be honest, as if I had any control over mine. I’m content and I’m happy, I promise, and I’m happy to wait it out and enjoy my life in the meantime. My heart will be finished healing when it’s time to be finished healing, not a moment before, and I’m learning a lot about myself and enjoying experiencing the process as it unfolds. Unsolicited badgering is neither helpful nor welcome, and I’m more than a little bit surprised at some of the corners from whence that’s coming.
Forgive the rant at the end there. Now, I know my friends love me and you mean well, but if you really want to be helpful and kind, then just sit down beside me. Put your arm around me and rest your head on my shoulder, and maybe just sit quietly and watch the fog with me as it lifts. I’d like that.
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