December 2, 2012. A day of swirling white. A cozy fire inside. No place for any of us to go. The roads are not fit for travel. So we stay together, with love for one another in our warm home. It feels like a holiday and so I make an apple pie. And I can see the boys shoveling in our front yard as I ski around the nearby park. Huge snow flakes fall on my eye lashes and I don’t try to brush them away. Instead just observe the flakes melt. Coming to my breath as I go around and around the park. Not wanting it to end. Any of it. The beauty of the fresh snow. The joy of being together. The knowing we have managed to feed and shelter our family through the storm. This is my yoga for the day.