Air as thick as molasses.
Visibility is at just 2 feet ahead.
It’s cold, hazy and the path is unclear.
The sounds of the distance become loud and overwhelming,
as the thick fog hides each one from view.
My eyes are seeing blurry, my heart is pounding faster.
If I can’t see the path ahead, how will I know where to turn?
The voices of those in the distance- loud, yet mumbled;
distinct, yet impossible to understand.
Are they talking to me? Are they looking at me?
The fog makes it hard to tell.
‘Just keep walking.
Pretend you know where you’re going and people will believe it.
Don’t ask for directions, don’t look for anyone’s help.
Just keep walking.’
The air must clear up soon, before I trip and fall.
I hope I’m going the right way.
How embarrassing to have to turn around.
‘Just keep walking.’
I can’t do this forever.
Pretending and faking it – it’s not who I am.
I must find a way to see through the fog, to regain control.
Like a jaguar, I hone in on my senses to release myself from the hold of the fog.
My eyes begin to make out shapes, my heart begins slowing down.
Although the field of visibility has not changed,
my awareness of my surroundings has heightened.
I can get through this – I can make myself see amongst the fog.
This fog will no longer debilitate or control me.
I will clear the fog and be in control of my own path forward.
The mumbles now become clear voices,
the silhouettes become visible and vivid.
The bodies around me are focused on their own path forward,
not at all worried about mine.
Together, with others, we help guide each other forward,
utilizing elements of each of our skills – working together, not alone.
And, as I continue walking forward, with my jaguar senses,
I begin to see light, lessons and a clear path forward.
Fog, you no longer have control over me.
