The cool, creepy fog that is just as much a part of the city as the beach or palm trees, is almost a resident secret. I imagine thousands of tourist must wake up and think “What the heck? THIS is not what I paid for! Oh well, we’ll probably have to plan for an indoor activity now…” Within hours though, the mist is gone, usually giving way to the beautiful electric blue sky.
The mist comes into the city like a protective, moist blanket. It’s what keeps Los Angeles from feeling like the desert.
This morning, I thought about how many times in life I’d been disappointed or hurt by circumstances and how these problems seemed overwhelming and endless. It wasn’t until I was able to reflect on these experiences that I realized, like the mist, they were a necessary contribution to my life. As I look upon the landscape of my life, I see the diversity of my experience, beliefs, friendships and I realize that most of my peace has resulted from the times I had to surrender.
Surrender doesn’t mean laying down dead, it means being “ok” at worst and at best being “AWESOME;” no matter what happens. I wanna be one of those old ladies with deep laugh lines and strong arms. I wanna have people look into my eyes and still see the twinkle and I wanna lay my head down and sleep like a baby.
For now, I drink my tea and welcome the mist…