Friday, August 15, 2008

The Importance

The fog rolls in. Unhurried it comes creeping, slinking in almost unnoticed. Unaware that it is converging, she travels through her world of family, errands, and trivial tasks. Slowly her world begins to turn a pale shade of gray. As the fog approaches, the uneasiness sets in. The vagueness comes. An expression emerges. One that conveys confusion, sadness, followed by a lethargy that is beyond her grasp.

No longer able to move quickly, she navigates the dense mass slowly with an abandon that she would otherwise consider wreckless. Her eyes glaze as the importance drifts away. She watches it float elsewhere. Twirling in the fog, leaving its tracks to remind her that it was once there. She wonders when the fog will lift. If the important things will begin to matter again. Her arm stretches, cutting through the fog, reaching for the importance of her life. Reaching and reaching, her arm extends, her fingers brush against it, feeling the goodness, the love, the sanctity of it.

Suddently she panics and scrambles to reach it, to caress it. She uses her body to to cut through the fog, fighting it with each motion. She wants to get back to the importance. To the familiar of her life. Feeling love. Sharing her love. Using her senses. Being aware.

Slowly the fog begins to fade. The uneasiness is still with her but as it begins to dissolve, she worries that it will come back. Its impression is left, its outline has been cast, easy to ignore for awhile until it gains its strength once again.


Swirl Girl said...

very deep metaphor....was it the paint fumes that brought you there or is something else in the air?

dani said...

"fog" is a scary thing, robin... i've been through the grayness too, you just have to rely on your low beams and pray until the light evaporates it:)

Robin said...

Swirl - Neither. LOL, you kill me girl!

Dani - Thanks for the love. I'm actually ok but my darker mood has been on my mind lately so I thought I'd finally express it here to see how it felt. So far, so good.

To all: My husband read this and said, "I don't get it. So it's about fog?"

greedygrace said...

Only a guy would comment like that. My husband would read it and say, "So, you wanna go to San Francisco?"

I love this. Sad, pretty, hopeful.

Weith Kick said...

I hear you. I've been there. Nicely written.

LisaPetrarcaBlog said...

That was BEAUTIFUL Robin! It is so true...never thought about it that way, but thank you! I've been going through the same thick fog this whole month. I'm still waiting for it to fade, while I stumble through... trying to find my way!!!

I really appreciate your comment and scripture...I needed that too!!


Guys never get the deep stuff, what is up with that?!?LOL!

Mama Dawg said...

Oh, boy. Been there, done that. Not as bad these days, but it still creeps up every once in a while.

Backpacking Dad said...

My fog was Irish Whiskey and loneliness.

My daughter is like a high pressure system.

I'm married. I have 3 kids. I have a big nose. Now go on and catch up.

Keep it nice or I'll post your email and make fun of you.

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