Foggy, foggy dew

From my writing desk, outside a north-facing window, dawn arrived this morning with a lovely, rare, heavy fog that became apparent at first light. It will disappear in little over an hour, not unlike the comings and goings of The Watercourse Way surrounding us and manifesting this morning's blog.

We are never separated from the Watercourse, though we may misconstrue the experience. When we experience perplexity at complexity, doubt about the choices we are making, that is a primary clue to its presence, as is the harmony that arises after struggling with and accepting the doubt as a part of our journey.

The Watercourse is always coming-into-union, an encounter-without-judgment, a knowing-without-control flowing through and from me to you to us and beyond, to plants and animals and all of the created world. If, when, we tend to this harmony, we come to hear the “same music,” the sound of the genuine, flowing through everything, every thing, every thing.

This is the “pearl of great price and the great treasure buried in the field,” to use terms often used by many great mystics and poets. “...beyond right and wrong, there is a field. I'll meet you there” (Rumi).

Today's blog was adapted and edited from a meditation by Fr. Rohr.