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Blinded By Your Own Micro-Climate?

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From: "JonathanFields" <subscribe@jonathanfields.com>
Date: September 1, 2011 8:32:44 AM CDT
To: "" <lovecreatescmc@gmail.com>
Subject: Blinded By Your Own Micro-Climate?

 
Just arrived home from a 3-week drive up the California coast, where I learned about something called marine layers and micro-climates.

We hugged the coast for the better part of the trip. And for that same period, we were pretty much locked into fog.

It's just the marine layer, people would tell us in the southern part of the state. Then, as we moved up north, especially around San Francisco and Marin, everyone started talking about these things called micro-climates. And we began to experience them firsthand.

Staying halfway up famed Mount Tamalpais in Marin County, we'd wake up to a cool, gray morning most every day, socked in by thick misty clouds. Wow, what terrible weather we'd think. Then throw on jeans, a sweatshirt and jacket. We'd kick around the house for an hour or two, waiting for the dark weather to clear. Then, eventually, jonesing for a cup of coffee, head down the mountain.

And as we drove, something remarkable would happen. The weather would turn from stark, gray and cold to crystal clear, sunny skies and gorgeous warm air.

It wasn't that the clouds had cleared, though, it was that we'd simply driven out from under them. Seems the clouds in this part of the country don't hover high in the sky, but rather sit, quite literally, on the ground. Because of a blend of water and air currents and temperatures, one side of a mountain will often remain cold and gray, while the valley below is bathed in sun.

When you watch the weather forecast for San Francisco on TV, you don't just get the weather for the city, you get different forecasts for the vast variety of micro-climates in and around the city. On any given day, the Mission might be blazing sun, while Haight is cold and cloudy. Mill Valley in Marin might be cold and gray, while Saucalito, two miles away is sunny and warm.

And, all this made me wonder how often we're blinded by micro-climates in our own lives and businesses?

How often do we awaken to a cold, gray feeling and assume that's just the way the world is today? Everywhere. Instead of wondering if the cloud in which we're mired is simply a dense fog, an emotional or circumstantial micro-climate. Something that blankets not the entire world, but simply the single spot from which we currently choose to view the world.

What might happen, I began to wonder, if we viewed darkness and challenge more as micro-climates, circumstances that may well blanket our experience and thinking, but are also entirely "drive-outable."

What if we assumed the clouds weren't high in the sky blanketing all the land, but rather low on the ground, engulfing only the small slice of land upon which we stood. And undertook to take whatever action was needed to find, then move into a sunnier place?

Dunno, just thinking out loud here.

What do you think?

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One of the most beautiful things I remember from childhood is being allowed to just be a kid. I rarely got yelled at for little kid mishaps and even bigger kid teenage mishaps never granted a loud tongue lashing. Sure I got scolded some or sent to my room. An occasional grounding took place as well. I even got spanked once or twice. My mom and grandma showered me with love and praise and aided through talks of wisdom to help push me in the direction of understanding. They understood that part of being a kid, growing up, includes lots of mistakes and mishaps. Their intention was not to punish me but to guide me. Thank you mom and grandma. I hope I can know how to be this kind of mother.