Morning Fog

Carl Sandburg had a poem about the fog.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg

That poem is with me this morning as I sit looking at the fog that covers the valley in front of me. I’m sitting here enjoying a fresh cup of Starbucks, but in deference to my friend Lee, it could easily be Tim Hortons or whatever brand you like. One of the remnants of the fog this morning was a dew covered spider web on the lamp post in front of our home. The sun breaking in caused the moisture on the web to glisten. I tried to take a picture of it, but there are some things that even cameras can’t capture and this was one of them. I thought too of how often ethereal events can only be appreciated by those who can see them. I was blessed this morning to see the web and it reminded me of the Ruach. The Ruach is the breath of God and so much of what surrounds us all is just that the breath of God. Sometimes I’m so caught up in myself that I fail to see the beauty of the fog, the spiders web, or the full moon that was out last night. Thank you God for letting me have the eyes to see your creation and to embrace it. Peace and all good.


Today was the Feast of Pentecost. At Mass today Fr. Lou’s homily was about the Holy Spirit and about how much of theology is spent on Jesus and God the Father, but almost nothing on the Holy Spirit. He drew our attention to a print near the rear of the chapel today that is a depiction of the Ruach. The depiction is of a feminine spirit breathing life into the earth from the cosmos. Today was also Mothers Day and as I looked at this depiction I thought of the parallels between the Ruach and mothers. We come to life in our mothers and it is through the love, action and attention of our mothers that our early lives are animated.  We cannot see the Ruach but it is the breath of God that gives us life and gives our lives direction and purpose.  Mystics whether men or women are always in touch with the sacred feminine which is very much within the holy spirit. Those who deny this feminine are really out of touch with the Holy Spirit.