Meditation in the snow
An extreme “weather event” meets our extreme agitation. The sky is emptied of airplanes. The streets are emptied of cars. The sidewalks are emptied of ICE agents and of angry, grieving crowds. If we have homes to go to – the security of a roof over our heads and of warmth within our walls – we are blessed by the coming of Fern (such a gentle name for such a …
