Here in CT, and most of the northeast, we’re buried in snow.  A foot or more of snow. The kind of snow that we haven’t had here in a long time.  Anytime we have significant snow predictions there inevitably are a flurry of social media posts that ask “remember the blizzard of ‘78?” 

#IYKYK

A snow day for me typically means that I’m curled up in comfy clothes with a blanket, books, notebooks and pens.  I have always loved days that I can spend time doing that, basically, since the Blizzard of “78!

Most days though, I don’t have the luxury of that extra time but I make it work. I get up extra early so I can sit in this very chair and read, meditate, pray, write and just be.  I need that time. I crave that time.  I require that time for myself.  Everyday before I go out into the world, this is what I do.  Otherwise, if I don’t, I’m at the mercy of the outside world instead of the “inside” world of my Spirit.  For me, everything is an inside job. 

In spite of my morning practice, there are times when I let the day get the best of me. Anxiety sneaks in. Frustration, impatience, or judgement show up. But even when I miss the mark, I know where home is.  I return to my comfy chair and seek the grace to try again.

From my home to yours,

Regina