As my Scottish-Canadian Granny used to say to me “Spring has sprung, the grass is ris, I wonder where the birdies is!” The calendar indicates that it arrived ten days ago but from where I’m sitting right now in northern Virginia, it is cold, damp, foggy, and miserable looking out there. Yet I am still filled with the dream of a warm day on the horizon, arriving soon I hope!
Given the grayness of the view from my window, I wonder how this weather impacts our communication with each other. Consider those around you – do you notice a general change in the tone of those you come in contact with? More importantly from my perspective, if and when you see a change, what do you do about it? Do you rise above the mire and muck or do you drop right down into it with them.
Individually, are you able to move past this and be upbeat with your colleagues, friends and family? Or does it pull you into a daylong funk that you find difficulty emerging from, snapping at people as they enter your space?
It can be difficult to be that solitary light of peace when the storms are roiling around you. At the same time, isn’t it worth it?
I look forward to hearing your perspectives on these questions; in the meantime, I’m going in search of some hot tea and a good book to curl up with….maybe I should find a travel magazine instead!