Speaking of Weather...
My daughter and I were sitting on the couch looking out the window this morning, her with her tea, me with my hang-dog look on my face (sounds idyllic--it wasn't), and she looked out at the gray and said, "Now this is what it's supposed to look like."
The weather in Seattle, if you haven't heard, has been nothing short of spectacular. The snows skipped the mountains around here this year, playing havoc with ski seasons. (I've heard lots of stories about unhappy folks buying all-winter passes, condo's and the like.) A drought condition has been declared (I think) to get us to all start conserving water, and the tulips in the Skagit Valley are way ahead of schedule. (Will there be any for the April-May festival?)
I was hoping to get a spiritual application out of this, but the best I can do is to say that in life's cycles, all too predictable, there are deeper unpredictabilities built in. "Perturbations" is what my good friend Jeffrey would call them. He spends his time trying to figure out how to predict changes in what he calls "laminar flow" (read "smooth"). How do we predict the odd, even when its expected?
The laminar flow of the seasons has been perturbed.
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