The light at this time of year seems to throw things into sharp relief. The dying colours of leaves are intense, the sharpness of the morning light reminds me that we have just a short while left until the skies are more predictably grey, the light more limited. It can also be seen as a season of surprises, with sudden warm days, long-lasting downpours, frosts that creep overnight.
On this theme I have been reflecting on our capacity to surprise ourselves; our openness to shifts in the detail of what we do day to day. Do we define ourselves too often, creating parameters for ourselves which are well-trodden: "I always...", "I never...", "I don't..."? I wonder what would happen if we faced some days like children do, for whom so many things are new. We may find opportunity arises from this openness, leading on to an even richer diet of experiences. I intend to hold to this stance. I believe it will offer much: an opportunity to learn more about others, about myself, and- most crucially- about myself in the world, alongside others. What is so exciting about this time is that I do not have to look too far, as I know that opportunity awaits me to notice it.
On this theme I have been reflecting on our capacity to surprise ourselves; our openness to shifts in the detail of what we do day to day. Do we define ourselves too often, creating parameters for ourselves which are well-trodden: "I always...", "I never...", "I don't..."? I wonder what would happen if we faced some days like children do, for whom so many things are new. We may find opportunity arises from this openness, leading on to an even richer diet of experiences. I intend to hold to this stance. I believe it will offer much: an opportunity to learn more about others, about myself, and- most crucially- about myself in the world, alongside others. What is so exciting about this time is that I do not have to look too far, as I know that opportunity awaits me to notice it.