When the fog clears…
Last week I was up in the mountains on a foggy/rainy day. It was overcast, cloudy, kind of cold. Then about mid-day the fog started to clear. I could see the peak of Mount Royal in Frisco and it was a spectacular sight.
Just a few days later I was talking with a friend who is a fabulous artist. He was explaining how he just felt like there was a fog over him and he didn’t want to create. It is a cold place to be, and we’ve all experienced it. Authors call it writers block, musicians get in a funk, parents call it an “off day,” and painters call it getting stuck.
But then there are those moments when the fog clears…and we are moved again.