The meeting of polarities creating a beautiful third
This was the dawn light, diffused with clouds and heat. A mist hung over the entire coast. Cold water meeting hot air.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if beautiful mists were created when someone of different polarities met? The meeting of the cold and the hot? That rather than the common knee-jerk reaction of fear and uncertainty at meeting a polar opposite, we could allow a mist of softness to precede inquiry and curiosity into the essential nature of the other? That perhaps the meeting of polarities might create a beautiful third?
