A leap of fog…
Waking up, a strange feeling of unease takes me over so I decided to skip my morning exercise and go for an hour biking in the unknown territories of Loir valley.
I pack my red little companion bag:
water bottle, book and notebook plus pen, and as I am about to head out the heavy foggy morning takes me by surprise.. and leave me dazzled with the question: what to do?
I switch my plan from biking to walking, as I have never had such a heavy foggy walk, so why not start now. there is always a first time.
Heading out to my little adventure, my excitement starts to fade away with the sound of the barking guardian dogs of the nearby farm, and as the visibility drops to no more than one and a half meters, the images of Hollywood movies start crossing my mind:
Am I going to witness a murder ? will I be able to help the victim and survive it myself? will someone attack me with an axe? with my injured leg I will run, hide, scream not seeing or knowing if anyone is around -but the axeman?
Realising that I will be missing a lot if I keep these images floating around, so I decide to turn off the Hollywood channel in my poor mind, the moment I do that I start getting more clarity and visibility on the real surrounding and the more persisting question …
How little we appreciate our sight and take for granted that all is simply effortlessly visible, and what if we can’t see? what if we are blind? what visions will we have and what visibility?
We are so much clinging to the certainty and security that we become handicapped and can’t walk our path in life unless we have clear visibility of the next step…
How often is it that we are attracted by the unknown and following our vague dreams or visions but using the visibility of our intuition? how far can you trust and walk in the fog anyway?
A walk in the fog is a leap of faith by all means.
