We’re supposed to get more snow today. I expect that it, too, will look pretty. Shoot, it may even feel magical in its own way. But I confess… I’m a bit over it.
So today, my best blessing is for people who are over it.
Over the winter,
Over the pandemic,
Over difficult dynamics,
Over unsustainable rhythms,
Over the things that keep us up at night.
Blessings to everyone who is over it. Whatever the it-s may be.
–Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 