It’s snowing this morning. The first real snow of the year. I’m watching it from inside the house.
I’m getting ready to lead the third day of the Impactful You Show. All these new people in my world, each beginning to get a picture of Deep Activism, what it is, who I am. Who I try to be.
I’m looking at a check on my kitchen table that I wrote in July, two days before my mother died, and never mailed. Did I send a different one? I never got a late notice.
For a minute, time feels different. Like I’m on a precipice. Like something big is ending, so the next thing can begin.
Then I get an email. I go on Facebook. I scoop kitty litter. I feed the cats, I wash some dishes, I listen to an audio drop from a business coach, I take my ADD meds, I turn an alarm off. Etc., etc., etc.
The moment’s gone, and it’s all back to normal.
Back to not being present. Back to automated react-and-respond, too busy to play in the snow.
But I notice, a bit like Alice in Wonderland back above ground, that there’s a hint at my shoulder that another way is possible. Like maybe it’s still a snow day, even if I get dressed and go to work.
I hear the hint. I’ll try to tend it.
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