On this chilly final February morning I was on the return journey home with Tilly when – to my left – on a neighbour’s lawn – I spotted a single, snow-white crocus. It was alone in the grass and it stopped me in my tracks – bringing a smile to my face as it did so. It was so serene and simple. Its presence declared “I am here” and nowhere was the sign of stress or struggle of having arrived at that fresh and fine floret. It just made me think of how I have been so embroiled in striving for many goals in my work lately and wearing myself out that this quiet bloom made me come to my senses.
As I finished the last leg of my walk I agreed with myself to just push a little less and reflect a little more on what I am doing each day. I hope to trust that as long as I go generally and more gently in the direction of my goals that the results will emerge with a little less effort and a lot more grace.