These days, with all the changes in street traffic and lane allocations for our upcoming Olympic guests, I have been enjoying the variety of people-watching opportunities on the Canada Line.
Sunday, on a train headed south to Richmond, I was in the front car. The very front seats (with a great big window) were occupied by a family of four: two engaging young children and their parents.
The little boy was very observant, sharing his impressions of what he saw, first in the tunnel and then out in the clear as we bridged the river and had a view.
As the train ran south along Number 3 Road, his father added the observation that – having driven this route many times- it was odd to see it from this higher level, from which many of his landmarks did not appear, or were not visible in their usual way. His perspective had shifted and with it, his sense of where he was, too.
Isn’t it interesting how often in life we change our positions, usually without realizing how that has changed our view?
How have you trained your perspective? How has it trained you to respond? What does it take for each of us to really change our view? Have you trained your perspective, or has it just trained you?