i have to drive over a pretty big bridge to get to work every day. as i pulled up on to the bridge this morning, all of a sudden, the fog got so thick that i couldn't see anything but the bridge. the land that i had just driven from had disappeared, as did the land that i was approaching on the other side. i couldn't see the typical line of boats down in the water, or the train tracks that run parallel to the bridge. all i could see was the bridge and the cars around me.
at that point i started to wonder what i might be thinking, if i didn't know that the land was coming up in about a 1/2 a mile? what would i be thinking if my perspective hadn't included my history of driving on this bridge on thousands of clear days?
it's amazing how something that is so benign in small amounts could so affect my visual perspective when swallowed in a large dose. the fog on it's own...is almost invisible, but because the concentration of it was so high, it almost tricked me into thinking that something that was....was not.
it's the same in life. often times, too much of one thing or another can make us think that our ever day, familiar, known reality has changed somehow. the key is to recognize that layer for what it is...just a mask that covers what we've already found to be true. the truth hasn't changed at all....it's still there....waiting...right beyond the fog.
less of me...