This year I do not get to be grateful for how smoothly things are going. I do not get to be grateful for the feeling of flow. I do not get to be grateful for ease. Late summer clenched the air until mid-November, refusing to let go. Even the snow struggled to come. The world trembles. You can feel it.
But if you get still and comfortable and open up your center and breathe, you can be aware that behind and within it all, there is still the open, flowing breath, and a warm, abiding stillness.
Welcome, it says.
I am grateful for the breath and I am grateful for the stillness.