I wish I could get under covers and stay there until April. No, until March, until the sap starts running in trees.

There is a winter storm raging outside. For my old performance-oriented self, snow storm was a distraction, an irritant putting in danger my carefully laid plans. For my new self, it is a reminder of who I am in the universe. I am not in control. I am not there to succeed at all cost.

Today we are gathered and see that the cycles of life continue. There are no straight lines, just cycles.

For the first time of my life I feel humble and grateful to be humble.