Spring, Interrupted

We arrived to the house in the woods late Friday night, so we hadn’t fully taken in the latest “state” of Spring. When I woke up on Saturday, I felt like Dorothy waking up in Oz. A bit disoriented about where I was, I gazed out the window to see the forest floor covered in what looked like Elysium—billowy white blooms creating a magical landscape. It was such a sight! Then I put my glasses on.

It was snow.

Just last week I told my husband, 'I'm ready to start fighting over the air conditioning.' I'm so tired of winter. Isn't it telling that one aspect of what I'm looking forward to has nothing to do with seasonal ennui, but simply the next in line seasonal disagreements? There is comfort in consistency.

Yesterday morning’s ah-ha moment wasn't about seeing Elysium instead of snow through rose-colored glasses. It was a real time example of what’s possible when you soften your otherwise sharp focus and welcome a hopeful imagination.

Consider scheduling occasional 'blurry vision' brainstorming sessions where your team intentionally sets aside practical limitations (it’s 30 degrees) to imagine impossible possibilities (a carpet of flowers).

Where might you benefit from removing your glasses and allowing in the magical potential of unfocused thinking?

Where is your comfortable consistency holding you back?

Spring Interrupted - a Daffodil in our yard yesterday morning.