Posted by: nightmistwalker | October 8, 2018

A Misty, Moisty Morning

For the last two days, we have woken up to a mist covered lawn. The mist seemed to originate in the woods by the creek and it stirred a memory in me. There was a poem I used to read to my little girls from one of their Mother Goose books. It goes like this:

One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an Old Man
Clothed all in leather.

He began to compliment,
And I began to grin.
“How do you do? How do you do?
And how do you do again?”

Each poem in the book was colorfully illustrated and this became one of my favorite rhymes. This morning, as I looked at the mist covering the yard, I thought of it again. I have such happy memories of cuddling with my two little girls at bedtime. I hope they have happy memories of those times, too.

The fog persisted for a long time this morning. It lent a ghostly, mysterious air to the day. We talked about it at morning meditation today, and I was pleased to learn that I was not the only one who acknowledged a spooky feeling in the October fog.

What does one do on a misty, moisty morning? One feeds the cats and goes to morning meditation. One breathes in the autumn air and watches the sunlight as it cuts through the fog. One talks with good friends, reminisces about foreign travel, shares stories about historic events. One evokes the ghosts that reside in our memories. One looks for ghosts in the fog.

And one remembers with love two little girls cuddling with their mom while she reads poetry to them.

May your memories be as happy.


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