On a cool autumn morning I wake up shivering in my sleeping bag. I quickly add another clothing layer and peek outside. Strangely enough I see nothing. I rub my eyes and look again. I make out the ghostly outlines of some trees and the neighboring tent.
A heavy fog silently rolled in over night, and now covers the mountain. Sights and sounds outside of a few feet are muffled, setting me in a dreamy, cloudy campground.
Fog is cool.
Fog is weightless, but it has a strong presence. It can cover an entire mountain, yet it cannot be altered or pushed aside.
Limiting vision and muffling sound, fog forces me to shift the way I rely on my senses. I listen more to intuition while unexpected sounds trigger my imagination. Instinctively, most of the noise inside my head goes quiet, allowing me to concentrate. All of my brain cells work together toward a common goal, boosting awareness and energy. I love this feeling!
Venturing out of the campground I walk to Abbott Lake. Tall trees on either side of the path rise like columns, their canopies mostly enveloped by the fog. Shrubs rise from the ground in graceful arcs, their yellowing leaves creating a soft understory around the tree trunks. Fallen leaves blanket the ground, rustling softly as I stir them with my footsteps.
Without the ability to see distant objects I feel more liberty to study the ones at hand. While I hate to call Nature’s beauty a distraction, removing a small portion of it from view allows me to see things that I normally wouldn’t notice. The change in perspective is refreshing!
It is important to extend this concept to daily life, which is full of details, decisions and noise. I sometimes get swept up in the minutiae, trying to accommodate everything on a limited time frame and an even more limited patience. Stress and anxiety result, and I’m not myself until I get some time outside to reset.
I believe this image is a great reminder to use when I fall behind life’s blistering pace. I close my eyes and let the fog roll into my mind, eliminating all of the background noise. I feel the cool air brushing my skin and lowering my heart rate. My mind regroups to identify the most important issue and I emerge from my break refreshed and motivated.
Did I mention that fog is cool? It really is!
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