Our woman’s circle weekend was winding down. I was having coffee with an old friend from grade school–it was simple, relaxed and quiet–we were both mesmerized by how the fog was lifting and shifting over the lake. (hence the name foggy lake.)
Our conversations about the fog and the lake were metaphors for our lives. No matter how often the fog rolls in, we wake up and wait for the sun and wind, working in unison, to blow the fog away leaving blue skies.
This mala is a tribute to moving out of the fog and embracing blue skies!