After The Storm
02/12/13 Posted in Unconventional Thinking
First thing this morning, Sky and I ventured into the world of swirling white snow that laid in drifts as far as we could see. It had blown and snarled all night, whistling through the dark, fierce in its cold and its ice.
But as day broke, it was as gorgeous as it was calm and benign and we set out to take stock of it all. More than that, to revel in it like children exploring something so awesome that is sets the mind afire and makes everything possible.
As we zigzagged through the virgin white terrain–everything pure and unmarred–it was as if the landscape was a canvas upon which I could write my thoughts. My dreams. My aspirations. I truly felt as if God was challenging me to write on the snow, something worthy of the immense beauty he laid before me.

In business–as in all of the complexities of life–decision-making is a fuzzy logic process. You think through the pros and cons, the upside and downsides, the good, the bad and the evil. And you are often left in the fog of conflicting input, uncertain of the direction you should take. The choice you should make.
Whenever new lovers kiss for the first time, when they link their arms and clink champagne flutes and then waltz off to bed to get lost in each other, they may be different couple by couple in a zillion ways but one thing runs like a thread through them all: they are absolutely certain that this love, this passion, this week-old intensity, will last forever. Will burn so fiery hot it will give the sun a run for its money.
It was just about a year and a half ago when my dear, sweet, polar bear of a golden retriever Blue died. I cried for a month. I couldn’t bare being in the house without him. I dreaded opening the door on my return without his joyous greeting. Carol and I went to a hotel to get a break from it all. We cried there instead.