The snow is falling in Chicago. Potentially 11 inches in the next few days, which means only one thing–cross country skiing!
I’m warm, wrapped under a blanket on the couch curled up next to a napping husband.
My stomach is full, after two pieces of my mom’s delicious holiday cranberry-orange nut bread (thank you, Mom).
YogaCare is envisioned, and is unfolding, with friends and family and strangers supporting it (thank you!)
My lovely new computer is behaving nicely.
Friends are doing well–one newly engaged, another exploring medical director possibilities.
Family is healthy (with the exception of one little nephew, stricken by the flu, alas).
And Art exists in this world, as proven, once again, by a visit to the Art Institute. So easy to forget in the crush of caring for patients and tending to students. Visions of angels and demons and earthly temptations and corrupt politicians floating in Joseph Ensor’s “The Temptations of St Anthony.” Feeling soul satisfaction connecting with how others perceive and represent the world–imperfect, roiled and roiling that it is, and beautiful too.
I’m grateful for every reader who comes to this blog to share perspectives–thank you for stopping by in your life’s journey.