best part of my day...

It wasn't laying out in the sun, although that was lovely

It wasn't eating a piece of dark chocolate mint, although my mind is still savoring the taste, I think i'll have another.

It was walking toward the Golden Gate Bridge, feeling the temperature drop and seeing the fog crest the trees and slowly but ever so completely envelope the city. It is one of those sights that cause me pause and smile in wonder. Those that had been out soaking in the sun were making their exits to warmer places. Perhaps a perfect Saturday.

I looked behind me as I walked home and the GGB and anything off coast was gone. amazing.

when life becomes foggy

processing, chewing, mulling over, living, observing, experiencing, knowing, trusting, walking...

The idea of "going through the process" was first introduced to me during my life in New York. Or at least that is where it started to have to more concrete meaning for me. It seemed that everyone wanted to process the process they were in. (yes that word was used to saturation) The end goal? I either don't remember or in some cases it was never made known to me. Which led me to conclude that the process of getting "there" wherever that was, was the "there" itself.

Not a new thought, except that I still try to jump ahead to the finish line, as if there was one.

In NY I found myself entering a part of my "process" through a cloud of fog. I was told to remember that even though I couldn't see much around me, the ground wasn't going to disappear beneath my feet.

So I just keep walking. The fog still rolls in every now and then, and I have found that it is indeed a good thing.