Misty Morning RUC
It was very misty the other morning at the RUC. I jumped out of bed at about 4:30 am (yes – I slept in) to find the moon setting over the mountains and a beautiful mist rolling through the sugar cane fields. I sat for a while exploring my inner child – imagining any minute something mystical would emerge from the fog.
When I was a child my imagination wasn’t restrained by rules and rights and wrongs. Anything was possible and a mist, like the one I saw the other morning, would have opened all sorts of doors to the unknown. Stories of witches, monsters or fairies would have emerged to scare the living daylights out of my younger sister.
As a child it was a lot easier to flex that imagination muscle in my brain.
When the fog lifted I realised I no longer look at things like I use to when I was a child. This thought opened a door to that inactive imagination muscle, so I got it to work on the treadmill. I’m getting it into shape and it’s paying off.
I’m writing again and I’m sure I caught sight of my muse emerging from the fog, but it was early in the morning and I had sleep in my eyes.
The previous day the sugar cane next to the RUC had been cut – maybe this caused the fog, or the return of my muse. Either way, life is magical again.
Have a mystical, magical week and take a few moments to sit back, relax and look at this beautiful world like a child again.