Peace reigned at Woodstown Beach when I made my way out there very early yesterday morning. It was in stark contrast to the tossing and turning that had marked my attempts to sleep.
The end of August has always made me a bit uneasy as I feel I should be getting all organised and setting goals for the remaining months of the year. No doubt, this is sparked by all those years of returning to school with newly sharpened pencils and blank copybooks as September loomed.
I’m now beginning to wonder how sensible it is to set goals and targets just because we are facing into Autumn and Winter. Is that a good enough reason to be doing such a thing? Or should we wait for the goals, or whatever one likes to call them, to gently ease their way into our minds and imaginations, in the undramatic, yet inspiring way, that the day opened up over Woodstown Beach before my sleepy eyes yesterday?
The very word ‘goal’ makes me think of games like hurling, hockey and soccer where the roles of both ‘strikers’ and ‘goalkeepers’ are key. We applaud the great goals but we also applaud the great saves.
As I sauntered along the beach, it dawned on me that there is a lot to be said for living in a space where both goal-making and goal-keeping can co-exist.
The nature of this space is peaceful, creative, interactive, vibrant, inspiring …..
How are you viewing the dawning of Autumn and Winter?