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Within the Fog

Swirling, rising, settling, obliterating any sense of direction or distance.

I stumble forward then back again.

Not sure which way to turn, where to go, or what to do.

Fully consumed by the fog of this day, these decisions, these choices, these reponsibilities.

So I stop to get my bearings,

To orient myself in the here and now,

And take my next small step.

Again, and again, and again.

Karri Temple Brackett

May 15, 2023

https://themarvelousandthemundane.com/2023/05/15/in-the-fog/

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Sigh. I feel this so deeply at present. Even seeing it put to words helps and brings hope.

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Love and prayers to you <3

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Mmmmm. I find myself reorienting myself in the fog again and again and again as well

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Small step by small step. This is a loving and lovely poem, one small liberation after another. Thanks for bringing it, Karri <3

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This is so nice, Kari. Ah, the world is full of small steps!

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