It’s snowing outside, it’s well below zero, I can feel the cold in my bones. Fear came to me to steal the truth and so I came down to the computer and rooted around for a photo I took last summer at Bedlam Farm. After darkness, light. After winter, Spring. After fear, awakening. I will never surrender to it. For so much of my life I have looked for others to save me, for the magical helper, the big book, an army of enablers, people I gave my fear too and who took it for me. Now, I am my savior, my magical helper, my angel, my enabler.  I am alone and never alone. Every morning, in meditation, I meet myself, get to know and understand me. This is, I think, the path to the authentic life, to peace of mind, to an open heart. After the cold, be warm, and wait for the light and color to flood our lives. There is light and love and goodness everywhere, early in the morning, in all of the cold and darkness, just around the corner, waiting for us. To take our hand.  Every morning, I think of the love in my life, of my gifts and I ask for faith in me. I surrender to that. Be warm.