The winters in Ohio were brutal, at best; over thirty inches of ‘lake effect’ snow and a cold that could drive you to tears.

Those who ventured out were awarded a badge of courage upon their return. With wind-whipped cheeks, they’d relay their stories, “Honest to God, I couldn’t see a thing,” they’d begin.

It was always warmer within our home. Even as Old Man Winter howled and whipped his icy protest, somehow these conditions drew everyone nearer – with a place at the fire, a piping hot mug and far more stories to tell.

No matter what we do, we can not avoid adversity. Though, we can choose to navigate mindfully, with a willingness to accept the benefit of our course. It is precisely this openness that forms the foundation of our peace.

An intricate design begins to emerge. Stepping back, we begin to appreciate the magnitude of our efforts. Even threads worn thin offer a certain unimaginable beauty. They are delicate, yes – but critical to the pattern of our joyous being. Our radiance defines through the prism of our imperfect souls.

When we resist, we feel stuck. Though from the vantage of this space inside, we are never without the warmth of home.

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❤️