Having lived most of my life in the Midwest, I have seen many a White Christmas. Now that we are southern transplants these past 7 years, I've grown accustomed to mild temps and sunny days during the winter. I never expected to see a White Christmas down here in South Carolina, and thought the weather predictions for snow on Christmas Day were just too funny. The laugh is on me. For the first time in 47 years, 3 inches fell in the Upstate area of South Carolina.
This unusual occurrence has me wondering about the whole art of possibility. Mother Nature demonstrates that possibility has an expansive quality that defies limits. I am reminded to notice how my thinking can both stunt, and enhance, what I believe is possible.