When it fogs in October
People say, “It’s thick as pea soup out there!”
When it fogs in our souls
We pull up a stool to the hearth
And watch grievances bubble to a boil,
Thickening into an opaque blend
Of anger and resentment or fear and pain,
Depending on the available spices
We add to the mix.
Just as fog bides its time,
Confined by purblind eyes
We must stop stirring the pot,
And wait in the soulfog
For Spirit to restore peace.
© rita h kowats
Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections on Spiritual Practice 
Oh, so beautifully put Rita!
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Thank you so much, Esther. We here in Seattle WA are socked in again this morning, but no pea soup for me today!
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Lovely blog, Rita! I was just this morning re-reading your “November” that I still have framed and hanging on my living room wall (I still get tears when I read it) and then Doreen emailed about your blog….
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Mary! How good to have you here in these pages with me. Another poetic spirit to grace cyberspace. Thank you. I am in vigil with the M and Ms as you wait for your goodbye.
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