The blizzard came in hard. Gale force winds, record snow, power flickering through the night. There was nothing to do but settle in. People read. Made things. Looked inward. Waited.
Then it passed — the way storms always do, though we forget that while we’re in them.
The sun came out warm and strong. Snow began melting at the edges. Something in the air shifted. People stepped outside. The light did what light does.
Spring doesn’t ask permission. It just arrives. Unstoppable and faithful, indifferent to how hard the winter was.
The sun is always on its way.
— Pete
Notes arrive on Sundays and some Wednesdays
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About me, and Practice Notes → here
About Integrative Coaching → here
About my book, The Why of Sports → here
