The
air temperature this morning was one degree. The record for today is
negative three. With the wind chill, it feels like negative twenty.
My culture uses words like brutal and dangerous to describe this kind
of cold. I am invited to consider the cold as a threat to me
personally.
But
the cold is not about me. It is not dangerous, it just is. I can make
choices in relation to the cold that will put me in danger, but that
is about my choices, not the cold itself. The cold that is difficult
for me, just like the warmth that is difficult for some other
creatures, it just what that: Cold. What I choose to do in it is what
determines it's effect on me.
Today,
I will be paying attention to the choices I make and their effects,
and declining invitations that suggest that the weather is
responsible for my mistakes.
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