This morning in Ogunquit, Maine it poured and poured with rain. It’s a summer day and expectations are high for beach, sunbathing and walking.
The small stores open with hopeful faces that people will visit between running to avoid the puddles - in fact a stream is traveling along Shore and Main Street.
By 4pm the rain has stopped and the clouds quickly roll away to reveal a bright blue sky and the sun beats down to dry everything and kiss the cold away with its warmth.
People again appear in the streets with their shorts and flip flops. Some go to the beach again with the reassurance that it’s summer as planned.
My observation is how quickly we re set. How plans are changed, option B replaces A and we face it all with the knowledge that we are ok and doing our best.
These changes described are only regarding the weather of course, though it shows to me the ability we have to adapt, accept and create a new plan. How our focus can be adjusted as swiftly as the umbrella is raised.
What a gift it was to see this beautiful little town seeped in sunshine and also washed with rain. It endured and flourishes - the flowers and grasses grateful for it all.
Perhaps we are far more capable of change than we realize and if we all notice that days will surprise us as much as the weather will change - then we can accept that and place our power in what to do in that very next moment. Not lingering in the what if and the piece that says - but I wanted to do that.
We are far more braver and creative than we realize. We can adapt and accept with grace and ease, perhaps even becoming aware of new thoughts and opportunities that our original plan may not have produced. We did after all, design the umbrella.
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