I live mostly above the fog line, but sometimes find myself deep in it. It’s a continual dance. Between clarity and uncertainty, conviction and self doubt.
Have you noticed? This is what happens whenever you get to the top of any ladder. We arrive back at “same old, same old”. A nagging sense of recognition. Non sense. Just a deep knowing that I’ve been here before. The recognition that the ladder leads nowhere. Yet everywhere.
Soft clouds that can’t be walked across with a heavy heart or lead boots. It takes play and delight instead of many balloons and lots of hot air to walk above the clouds.