This time of year -

It is hard not to feel this time of year that the mist is alive.  It is so palpable as it flows in and out, nibbling, chewing, chomping the sky.  Jeff came by and we sat outside and he saw a hawk lift a snake into the trees.   In the moment, all is calm, and the moon will be bright in the sky, later on.  I have felt today great stirrings, as though the fog is working like a magician in me, hiding the places where the changes occur, and then, revealing them, like magic to me.  I don't know what it all means, but I feel deeply stroked.  It is like the connections, connectors, neurons are coming back to life.  Jeff said I was more clear today.  I think my mind is beginning to return, my synapses to re-hook after a rest, a needed rest, and now, what comes to me, what unfolds is mine to climb.

The world is origami.  I am the swan.