Day 114…with the fog

This last week revisited a familiar theme of getting comfortable with uncertainty. Though I was in a bit of a retreat at the cottage, I allowed the news to find me there. I allowed it to keep me up at night and I allowed it to tie a knot in my stomach. I let it raise my pulse and make my cheeks red with worry. But each time I walked along the ocean I had to admit that I had no idea what was out there or what was coming. On the foggiest days, I had no idea what was in the fog. I decided to just breathe with the waves. Go with the flow, so to speak. I was out there long enough that their sound is still playing in my ears…my reminder to breathe in and out and to just focus on that.