I've been finding joy of connecting writings of my recent book with nature's scenes that I come across, the connection made as the book was written to bring a felt sense rather then preaching like heirophant. A man's sight is directly correlated to his boundaries. You do not lose your clarity all at once. You lose it quietly. A yes when you meant no. A truth softened to keep the peace. Each small bend stirs the water a little more, until you are moving through your own life half blind, wondering why nothing feels clear anymore. I know that fog. I lived in it for years, and called it being easy to get along with. But truth does something to your sight. The moment you stop performing, stop bending, and let your words be few and true, the water settles. Your vision opens. You start to see what was hidden. In yourself, in the people around you, in the road ahead. It is not about becoming harsh. It is about becoming clear. And if you feel like you have not seen your own life clearly in a long time, I want to acknowledge you. The fog is not a flaw in you. It is just years of small bends, and it can settle. I wrote The Sacred Return for this kind of clearing. A thirty day walk back into your own truth https://youtube.com/shorts/JC-bzjiHMWk?si=lv2-5q2-s7L6ewVi