I learned something this week about how to see things in a different light.
Paul and I took a walk in Sleepy Hollow, New York. It was cold, even though we were past the first day of spring. Maple trees lined the cinder path. The sky was azure blue. I was feeling sad and wanted to climb out of my mood.
My first thought was, “How long will it be until these trees leaf out?” I was already imagining an abundance of green and the scent of new-mown grass. Just then the wind picked up and we pulled the collars around our necks. Looking for the bright side, I said to Paul, “Without leaves on the trees, there’s much more light.”
That simple observation shifted my feeling from longing to loving the moment.
The way we choose to see something can change its meaning as fast as you can say “spring!” Meaning making can be a meditation.
Look, and look again.
What story calls you to see things in a different light?