MURK AND INSPIRATION

Above, murk outside my window. Below, an image from summer. The scenes are not identical, but close enough to make the contrast clear. Today, the murk contains and constrains me. My horizon is narrowed. I feel confined, yet also intrigued. What lies within and behind the murk?

This murk has appeared on a day when I woke slowly still caught by the after echo of a dream. I held on to the ghost of an image, aware of its importance but unable to see, grasp or name the image itself. I had a similar experience two days earlier. What is the imaginal realm communicating to me?

When I am present to the moment I feel blessed by this unknowing, just as I feel blessed by the murk.  When my thoughts are in movement, I desire more clarity. I trust that clarity will come, and that insight and inspiration will come, and have their moment too.