“I’m at low tide,” said a friend today.
Even though I walk my dog along the beach every day, I hadn’t previously thought much about the tides as a metaphor.
I like it … low tides are distant and calm, the ocean seems warm and inviting … and it’s also full of potential – the energy is still there, and you know a high tide is coming …
How we talk about things shows how we think about things.
War. Sport. Nature. Art.
Each of these can be framed in many different ways – and how we do that is up to us.
As competition and rivalry?
Or as cooperation and collaboration?
What metaphors do you use?
