And grab your towel.  At least that’s the suggestion in Hitchiker’s Guide to the Universe.  It seems like a good idea, you can always use a towel.

But when work gets frantic, when the boss seems to pressure instead of inspire, when the workers run around with furrowed brows–or all are understandably sick–a towel is just not enough.  How not to panic?  How to breathe in deep and long and sweet and easy?

This is when I am blessed with a view out my window to the trees.  They were waving and dancing yesterday in a strong wind off the coast.  Tossing their still-bare limbs to a rousing tune, shaking their fur-lined hair and letting the uncertain parts loose.

That’s my lesson for today–shake it off, do a little dance, let go and feel the grace-full gift of the breath of the Divine surround and fill me.