I Love How Fog Quiets the Air

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I love how fog quiets the air
Thickens my breath
Softens the night, eases the morn
Effects a delay.
 
How fog quiets the air
Draws December night forests near
Muffling herded cities and suburbs
A reminder of pristine worlds of woods.
 
How fog quiets the air
Generates an echoing landscape
Where Nature rules and sings
In low and hushed tones.
 
How fog quiets the air
Hoods objects in a cold waft
Languidly it presents, and no matter where
Brings all winter affairs beside you.

How fog quiets the air 
Accompanies running to make it quite fun
Amplifies paced, snow-crunched steps
Tunes the energy of movement in muscle and mind.
 
How fog quiets the air
Like low brass and a soft settling
How it augments solitude;
A welcoming cloak of detachment.
 
I love how fog quiets the air
Yet suddenly you can clearly hear:
 
The way trees stand
The boldness of snowcapped mountain tops
Flocks of flyers relating their abundance
Fresh, delicate prints of creatures 
The cessation of wind
The sharpening of ice
The entrance of a season.

Yes, you can hear it; how fog quiets the air.
 
I love how fog quiets the air
A surprising weather of clarity 
It blankets interruptions
And makes all that is meaningful well known.

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Published by Brenda J.R. Goodman

"I write because I do not know what I think until I read what I say." ~Flannery O'Connor. I often write through a theological lens, embracing mystery over certainty, opening to the expansiveness of wonder, writing and waxing poetic about theology, pop culture, politics, grief, and all things messy, painful, paradoxical, and beautiful, in sacred spectrums & both/ands. I am a chaplain, mystic, vegan, runner, waterskier, baseball fan, and writer, who loves photography, poetry, books, podcasts, art, theater, movies, good TV, and music (especially classical, jazz, and the 80's). Partner to JohnE, mama to Taylor and Nathan (my little, not so little anymore, theologians). I value connection, kindness, and compassion in all endeavors. I am an American Baptist Christian Agnostic. I believe paradox is an important teacher, woven throughout our living and spirituality. Still playing my trumpet, but the chops aren't what they used to be. I am a Myers-Briggs INFJ (strong I & J, on the fence leaning N & F), and an Enneagram 5, wing 4. I have recurring dreams about being able to fly, and exploring caves. “Here is the testimony of faith: darkness is not dark to God; the night is as bright as the day.” ~Barbara Brown Taylor "We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives." -Toni Morrison

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2 thoughts on “I Love How Fog Quiets the Air”

  1. Brenda, this was beautiful. I could see the fog and feel the fog through your words. I could see how silently it slips in and in the same, slips away and makes everything clear. Thank you.

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  2. Thank you Brenda. Barbara

    On Sat, Nov 30, 2019, 9:07 AM Regardful Reverend wrote:

    > Brenda J. Goodman posted: ” I love how fog quiets the airThickens my > breathSoftens the night, eases the mornEffects a delay. How fog quiets the > airDraws December night forests nearMuffling herded cities and suburbsA > reminder of pristine worlds of woods. How fog quiets the airGenera” >

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