The Vale

As I sit this morning, the cold Air reminds me of Winter, but as it does, I am struck by the importance of being present to the fact that this is Spring. I begin paying attention to how powerfully the past can distract me from the uniqueness of the moment. As this happens I work to lift the vale of expectations to see the world around me as it is; ever changing, ever unique, ever new. I watch as the vale lifts and drops, lifts and drops again.