This too shall pass

Sometimes I feel that I am walking through a forest, drudging through muck on the path, thorns in the trees and trying to find my way to the other side. Sometimes it can feel like im in 2 feet deep, and then other times it can feel drier,, like im walking on the path, no trees or obstacles in my way, like the way has been carved for me. The sky can seem so clear at times, like I can see and feel the warmth from the sun, i am wrapped in a blanket of cotten wool. At other times there are so many clouds in the sky and i can feel the cold from the greyier, darker skys, i feel naked, vulnerable, alone.

This is how my mind works. At some points it is so clear, at others it is so muddled, like clouds in the sky. The power of the light in the sky, as the sun rises, of the drier path reminds me in those times when the sky darkens and the clouds pass through, when the sunfalls that i will get there, that this will pass. I remember that one day i will bask in the warmth from the sun. I don't need any other signs to tell me I am on the right path. All we need to do is show up each day, rather than hide behind the clouds.