The
cold morning air and thoughts of the coming storm distract me from
the moment I am in. Thoughts about keeping the cabin warm remove me
from what I am doing; sitting and breathing.
In
this moment, I can not control the fires I will make in the coming
days, and there will be no moment in which I can control the size and
effects of the storm.
So
I return to what I am doing. I breathe in, and I breathe out. Now I
am typing. That is what I am doing. That is what I can control. The
rest will have to take care of itself.
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