I yearn for levity. Sustainability pursuits are intrinsically barrier-laden. The trick is to never lose sight of appreciation and possibility. When my grasp of those elements begins to slip, the free fall dreams start to surface. Wordsworth comes to mind: The world is too much with us. Last week, the Foresight staff slipped up to a borrowed, high altitude Colorado house to consider the organization’s trajectory. Mountains provide bold context and demand attention, perhaps particularly to a group of prairie dwellers. They inspired both insight and exertion as we worked, hiked, reflected, communed. I stare at the jagged, freshly snow-powdered horizon, and feel “less forlorn.” We are privileged, securely ensconced with warmth, shelter, and cable TV when an early fall snowstorm descends. Miles away, hurricane and earthquake devastation reigns, a deranged shooter’s bullets spray. Monday morning our departure beckoned while my motivation to leave waned. The car wheels crunch through the fresh snow, cutting new tracks back to what brought us here. The wet pack gives way to rain, then clouds, then brief glimpses of sun as we descend. Everything sort of not the same. High altitude thunderstorms detour my night flight home. I stare out the window as we pass, mesmerized by the silent, constant chatter of wicked light, as if the clouds are unable to contain the potential of all the invisible energy.
Insights, inspiration and opportunities to create a more vibrant and resilient future.