When the snow falls in the mountains, I get e-mail. You see, I can’t get enough so I subscribe to the various snow report e-mails from my local areas and those I’ll visit during the season for longer periods. This week, it’s been snowing in the central Rockies, and I’ve gotten e-mails like the one yesterday that said, “12 inches of new snow at Beaver Creek!”
Just seeing that subject line on the e-mail sends my mind on a journey of imagination thinking about the sensations and delight of skiing that much fresh powder. While I wasn’t able to be there yesterday, imagining the experience moves me forward into thoughts of my next trip to the mountains and preparation for it.
This is how our imagination works, drawing us forward into an envisioned future. It works this way in everything in our lives. If we envision possibilities that we fear (like we do when we worry), we move in that direction. When we envision possibilities that delight us, we move there. It’s fascinating, but true, that, as Earl Nightingale recorded in The Strangest Secret, “We become what we think about.” It is our imagination that moves us.
I’ll be skiing tomorrow. I can see it now. The snow will be soft, with perhaps more falling from the sky. I’ll be wearing my uniform and sharing the time with a group of skiers. We’ll find various places to play. When will you ski next?
Let’s go!
Posted by: — Stephen Hultquist
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