Today I am sitting on the floor of a warm, cozy hotel room in Minnesota, looking out the window at a blustery snow day. I am traveling for work and grateful for a chance to turn inward alone, while deeply missing my family.
This morning's sit was sweet. I perched on a bed pillow, facing the snow and gently closed my eyes first thing this morning. I sat for a long while. As thoughts drifted in, I imagined them drifting away like snow. During the sit, I had brief windows of pure quiet. I am warm as I write. And tired.
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