It’s a quiet night here on the home front. I can hear the wind whipping by the window as the heat kicks on the background. When it’s cold like this, more than ever I am grateful to have a warm place to call home. We are surrounded by a bombardment of negativity coming at us from so many directions. I am grateful for this quiet moment of gratitude to remind me that despite what’s going on outside, internally I can always call on this sense of calm. It’s my safe place where I can go when I want to leave the world outside where the only thing I can hear is the sound of my breath and the ticking of the clock. A reminder that another minute is never promised and to stay present in the one I am given.