I’m sitting here in my office, bathed in the cool light of winter. The winds are howling outside, lifting the powdery snow high in the air. Now and then I swear I see a dancing, white fairy, but she quickly disappears with the next strong gust.
It’s late January and our Christmas tree is still standing proud. This year, because of a delayed family party, the tree stayed up after the holidays and this week I’ve decided to keep it up indefinitely.
This morning, while reflecting on my last unpleasant visit to a doctor, I wrote a letter in my journal as a way to work through my frustration. A letter I wish I could send to every ‘checked out’ healthcare provider.
This morning I had a beautiful experience. I’d just finished watching TV when I decided to get up, put my teacup in the sink, and start the day. I walked to the window to look out over the reservoir behind my home, and just as I did, I saw two white swans lift up off the water.
Yesterday, after a long walk on a cold, windy day here in Toronto, I did something kind for myself. I was sitting in my hotel room, answering email and finishing up some work, when I looked over at the end of the bed and noticed the sun had cast a pool of light across the comforter.