Winter in Minnesota. Yes, we’re a tough lot; we wear our puffy parkas as coats of honor (sometimes paired with cargo shorts) and revel in telling our friends and relatives in warmer climes about our wind chill factors.
It’s a new year, a chance to reflect on where we have been, and prepare ourselves for another trip around the sun, a collective recognition of the continual process of going from the known to the unknown.
If I lived in a cave, alone, with no human interaction, meditating alone would suffice. But I don’t. I live in a Venn diagram of overlapping community circles — family, work, neighborhood, political, Facebook, etc.