Work has been really hard.
There is always so much to do, and more can always be done.
There is that duck metaphor that always gets floated around at some point during a beginning-of-meeting check-in. You know the one. A duck that floats on the water smoothly, but is paddling furiously under water.
I've been looking at all the photos of the damage from Hurricane Ian. I was thinking about the organization and elements of a storm and how one can be in the eye of the storm and not feel the damage just like the floating duck appears to the untrained eye.
As I was driving home to Chico this weekend, there was a fire off Highway 45. The plume of smoke in the air billowed and it appeared it had stuck itself to the sky. It looked nebulous and stationary, static. I thought about the fire that creates the smoke; the fire that tears and blazes furiously, roaring. The smoke appears calm; the fire, chaos.
It made me think that even when we appear to be calm and collected, there are extending effects of that calm presentation that ripple and tear into other aspects of our life. Or, the tension builds, and then it explodes outwardly, all the interior madness we work so hard to conceal.
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