This Sunday morning dawned with full sun and blue skies, and though the temperatures did not rise to those of our spirits, it was pretty enough to sustain us another week as we inch ever-closer to spring. Tomorrow is already the last day of January, so we’ve made good headway into the winter. The first part often feels like the worst part – now it’s just a question of sustaining until the earth shifts to catch more of the sun.
On this morning, with sun pouring in through the front bay window and bathing the Buddha’s tree in glorious light, I sit on the conversation couch (laughably monikered at this point since it’s mostly me just conversing with myself or Andy as he passes by) and read a book on meditation. Some pleasant harp music plays in the background – quiet and serene as a Sunday morning can get.
Outside, the cold remains, but the snow reflects the sun, making the day brighter than anything even the summer can produce. Reframing how we see the world is but one path to happiness. There are always others. On this morning, I’m soaking in the light, the bright, and the winter air.
