The camp in Pennsylvania was beautiful. Snowy. On Thursay morning, a wonderland. I walked by myself through the woods in the gray light with huge snowflakes falling and the wind blowing powdery puffs off the branches.

More travel ahead--the next three weekends. Today, the Olympics, a cold, a lot of rest. Tomorrow, maybe more of the same.

After all it is those who have a deep and real inner life who are best able to deal with the irritating details of outer life.
~Evelyn Underhill