© 2012 Marica

Living in a fog

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.
Rainer Maria Rilke

A fog has been blanketing our city. Its presence has created all sorts of interruptions to peoples’ plans and routines. In the suburb where I live the fog has been particularly thick. This photo was taken at the bottom of our driveway looking down the street. It was a surreal feeling to be able to see so little.

I love the fog. It is like having an enforced time out. There is a sense of mystery about it. Walking through it you are surprised by what you can and cannot see. The familiar becomes very unfamiliar. Your sensory acuity changes.

The best part is when the fog lifts. Everything appears different – crisper, clearer, sharper. The ordinary is transformed. You wonder, “how could I have missed all this?”

In many respects I feel like I have been living in a fog. I have been going through the motions of my day to day reality on auto-pilot without realising it. Being made redundant has given me a wake-up call; an opportunity to reflect on a new reality that is more true to the life I want to live.

02. Every day is an opportunity for a new beginning.
14. Every day the ordinary can be the extraordinary.
27. Every day pain is a sign of growing.

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