A few weeks ago Amien and I made an appointment to meet at Kirstenbosch for a brunch, walk and talk on Sunday. With the weather in Cape Town being, well, the weather in Cape Town, we said we would check in at 9am to make the final decision as to go ahead or not. It was a 50/50 call and we decided to reschedule.
Later that morning, my daughter told me that she and a friend had a similar experience. Just before their walk it looked like rain was on its way. She called her friend, who said, ‘Well, I have a raincoat.’ They went for the walk. It did not rain.
With that bit of inspiration I decided to go anyway albeit by myself.
The tomato shakshuka was as good as always, the cappucino superb, and I could get some very useful work done on my upcoming webinar on the new way Outlook users get and stay even more productive.
My walk through the garden was shorter and faster than usual, but not without a lesson.
The same beautiful flowers that are open and show their full beauty on a sunny day were closed and ‘withdrawn’ on this cold and windy day. It’s still the same flower. It just adapted to changes in its environment, its context for being what it is.
That’s not only OK, that’s the way it was designed to be.
And for us humans? Don’t we experience changes in our environment? Changes in our context of being? Is it not OK to “wear your heart on your sleeve”, showing how we feel in our current ‘weather’?
Why do we wear a mask (not talking about covid masks 😊 ) and pretend we are OK when we are not? Would the people we interact with not prefer to be talking with the real us and not with the us-with-a-mask?
I am no psychologist so won’t even try and go one millimeter deeper than asking the question.
This thought would not have occurred to me if I stayed at home.
Is there a moral to this story?
“Proactive people carry their own weather with them.” – Stephen R. Covey