Fog, flat white fog, everywhere this morning.  It is clear at my feet, but then when I look up, there is no sun, no sky, nothing beyond a short sight.  But I know it is all there: the mountains, the sun, the lake, the blue sky, the future.

I am forced to pay attention to my feet and trust the horizon.  I am directed to each single step, maybe 6 feet in front of me, and trust the Way to the Presence that permeates even deeper than the mist.

The trees stand very still this morning, listening for Sol’s footsteps in the east.  Even she is a disk without shining beyond the veil of white.  I find that center and walk with the ghosts of my parents, crying my humanness, laughing my spirit.

With just a few words, I feel lost again.  I can’t remember things, I doubt myself, I am scared.  “Lions and tigers and bears” seem to lurk in the shadows of the day and I am frozen in some small nagging fear of “not enough.”

Today I lean on my memories.  The caressing ease of her hand on Her knee.  The towering tall bulk of the Elephant that shields me, carries me and removes all obstacles.  I will let Him remember for me.  The quicksilver Fairy that flutters and flies around me with messages whispered as sweet nothings in my ear.  The wise Sophia Spirit that reminds me the day is easy, actions flow, Path never disappears beneath my cherished feet.

Step Spirit, step human, step Spirit, step.