#Fiction Monday (184) - Our daily mist...Ceata noastra zilnica...

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the  word prompt is 'MIST'.

'Brusc o ceata mi-a cazut de pe ochi si am
stiut pe ce drum sa merg'.

Have you ever waited to see the sunrise at the seashore and instead, to see a mist of all
beauty?  Even now I feel like laughing about that moment, when the reality and
the expectations didn't quite align...😊
Less interesting was when I left the jug with water for the coffee, on the stove. After
evaporation, the paint started to heat up and eventually turned black and a fog with a
burnt aroma formed in the kitchen... And I, who had completely forgotten the subject,
being absorbed by what I was working on, rhetorically asked myself who is frying
something at unconventional hours! I remembered in a flash and when I entered the
kitchen, I saw how the jug looked and how was the atmosphere and I concluded 'wisely',
that it would have been stupid to have a coffee at such an advanced hour... 😊

But it is more difficult to manage a reality over which the mist seems to float, or at least
that's how it seems to me. Very hard to see through it. Maybe not impossible, if I start
from the premise that I know it exists and that it is not generated by meteorological
phenomena...
It's all about keeping our minds clear and uncontaminated by the fog and then there
are some chances to light up the road a little and see a few meters ahead. And still,
with small and careful steps, maybe we won't fall into a pit. As if they started to sprout
like mushrooms after the rain...

'Uneori avem nevoie de ceata, pentru a ne
reaminti ca viata nu este doar alb si negru'.

Vi s-a intamplat vreodata sa asteptati sa vedeti rasaritul la malul marii
si sa fie o ceata de toata frumusetea? Imi vine si acum sa rad de acel moment,
cand realitatea si asteptarile nu s-au prea aliniat...😊
Mai putin interesant a fost cand am uitat pe foc ibricul cu apa pentru cafea.
Dupa evaporare, a inceput sa se incinga vopseaua si in cele din urma s-a innegrit
si in bucatarie s-a format o ceata cu aroma de ars...
Iar eu, care uitasem complet subiectul, fiind absorbita de ceea ce lucram, ma
intrebam retoric cine prajeste ceva la ore neconvetionale! Mi-am amintit
fulgerator si cand am intrat in bucatarie, am vazut cum arata ibricul si atmosfera
si am concluzionat 'intelept', ca ar fi fost o prostie o cafea la ore atat de inaintate... 😊
Mai greu este cu gestionarea unei realitati asupra careia pare sa pluteasca ceata,
sau cel putin asa mi se pare. Foarte greu de deslusit prin ea.
Poate nu imposibil, daca pornesc de la premisa ca stiu ca exista si ca nu e generata de

fenomene meteorologice...
Totul este sa ne pastram mintea limpede si necontaminata de ceata si atunci sunt
ceva sanse sa luminam un pic drumul si sa vedem cativa metri mai in fata.
Si tot asa, cu pasi mici si atenti, poate ca nu vom cadea in vreo groapa. Ca parca
au inceput sa rasara ca ciupercile dupa ploaie...

'Experientele spirituale sunt ca
ceata, se vor evapora'.

#Fiction Monday (183) - Clear or blurry?

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