When
the eleven o'clock snow storm starts at eight in the morning, I can
get caught up in thoughts that something is amiss. Then I take a
breath and realize that the snow starts when it starts.
My work is to
attend to what I can control, what I do in response. The morning wood
run will be a bit wetter, and I'll have to start shoveling a bit
earlier. Other than that I will sit back and enjoy the beauty around
me.
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