Most mornings - here - begin in heavy fog. Some days are so thick with it that I can barely see my one foot in front of me. Let alone another.
And yet - I walk.
I had come to believe that the season of birthing was behind us. That this was a thing of the spring. Like the snow melting...the grass greening...the leaves growing on trees.
And yet - I hope.
In the distance they appeared as one. One singular form emerging. The fog was slowly lifting. I watched as they stepped out into the light.
A mother and her child. In a one single breath. New life.
I am a student in nature's classroom. I'm an eager apprentice....an avid beginner. It's here I show up. I uncover. I discover. I learn.
And now - I know.