December 20, 2009 – Escaped a big storm, which dipped to the South. Usually it’s the other way, but I’m happy because Maria doesn’t have to drive off to work in a snowstorm in her tiny little car. I am grateful for that. Spent too many Sundays looking out at snow, worrying about her driving. Love is nothing but a gift, yet when you love something, you worry about it.

This week’s themes of birth and rebirth are on my mind. I am learning what a meaningful life is. It isn’t having a lot of money, for sure, as the past two years remind us. It isn’t about avoiding life, or living a life without troubles. That is a fantasy. Like joy and satisfaction, death and sorrow are our siblings. A meaningful life is about responsibility – taking care of yourself. About love – seeking it out, finding it. About work – loving what you do, doing what you love. And family. Friends. Dogs, cats, the natural world.

And telling your story, always, in any way you can. Your story is important. Is is who you are.