Plowed in (and out!)….by our own thoughts

For years my mother complained that the town trucks always plowed her in after every snow fall. One year they pushed so much snow onto her lawn that it broke part of the fence. She said that after every storm, when she heard the town trucks coming, she ran to the window to see how…

giving thanks for “no good reason”!

I get up early (4:30 ish) almost everyday. I make coffee, go outside and sit on the porch with my coffee and look at the sky . This morning it was snowing .....again. As I sat there, I was reminded of a "practice" that, when I remember to do it, opens doors inside of me.…