Over the past two weeks I’ve watched, with awe, the rapid progression of the trees outside my window from brown bare branches to a vibrant canopy of green. Springtime never ceases to amaze me – it is the embodiment of the concept of critical mass. At first everything is stark, then there are only a few small green buds, barely visible to the human eye, and before you know it, everything is lush and green. Springtime isn’t a progression, its an explosion.
Its like that sometime with grants and initiatives. Nothing, nothing, nothing, then critical mass and an explosion of impact. I wish we could bottle the correct balance of funding, information, expertise, connections and expectations necessary to artifically create critical mass for some of the daunting problems facing our community. But like Springtime, sometimes you just have to sit back and appreciate when it arrives.
