Behold, I am doing a new thing!  I am making a way in the wilderness     and streams in the wasteland. Isaiah 43 Greetings my friends! This morning, looking out my window, all is enveloped in fog, a mystical hue. I last blogged in winter,  a bitterly cold and windy one, worsened by uncertainty and chaos in the world.  Ongoing personal changes and losses recall Wordsworth’s poem: “The world is too much with us…” And yet and yet…one keeps on keeping on or as my mother would say at age 100 “I am grateful for everyday I can get out of bed and put my feet on the floor.”  So I…