A friend mentioned in an email this morning that the roses she planted last night in the rain are now under three inches of snow. I hadn't looked outside yet when I read that this morning; the blinds were still closed (which shows you how really dedicated I am to my email behavior patterns!).
I blinked a few times reading it. She doesn't live that far away. Did she really say "snow"? I looked through the blinds, then lo and behold.
Snow on the morning of March 15th isn't something we expect here in the temperate Puget Sound, but it's something we're growing to comprehend. I've lost track of how many snow days we've had this year, probably more than the last several years combined.
Stay tuned. I found a creative writing lesson in this unexpected snowfall.
My parents have lived in the same house 45 years and I'm a fifth-generation resident of the area. The family on my father's side settled the Seabeck-Holly area and we had a regional celebrity sea Captain in our tree. My mother's side is descended from Meriwether Lewis of Lewis and Clark fame, I'm a great-great-grandson of Lewis' sister Sarah, or something like that.
The point is, I've lived here all my life.
When I was a kid we had more snow here. I remember playing in it several times each year, and there are photos to corroborate my story. But the last thirty years or so it has been a less-frequent affair.
The weathermen tell us the lack of snow has had something to do with El Nino, or El Nina, but it might as well be because of El Kabong for all I know. The tree huggers of course tell us our weather behavior patterns have to do with global warming and we're all going to hell in a hand basket.
But I heard some weatherman say this year is a "neutral weather pattern" and there is no El Nino, or El Nina, and I don't think El Kabong is playing on the cartoon network, but I'm not sure (can anybody verify that?).
I haven't heard anyone mention global warming even once this year. Delightful! The nay sayers have moved on to the global economy, of course.
So of course I was thinking about how this relates to creativity.
When we're functioning as we were created to function, with our creativity intact and without being bombarded by nay sayers within or without, it's as if our lives are functioning in neutral weather patterns.
There are no tropical currents making it too warm, and no other currents making it too whatever it is they make it. We are just who we are, operating as we should operate.
What are the El Ninos, or El Ninas, or even the El Kabongs stopping us from living in our neutral weather patterns right now?
Of course we can't change the weather (although the tree huggers might beg to differ). But we can take steps to remove the behavior patterns that bring negativity into our lives and stop us from functioning at our full creative potential.
Say no to El Nino! Let it snow.
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