Off to the woods again this weekend.  Despite the soft rains expected.  It is, after all, just rain.

I’m cultivating an internal vision–that as I walk down the white bare narrow hallways 4 stories up in the office catacombs, that I see myself treading on a soft cushion of pine needles and moss beneath the towering cedars, smell the deep forest fragrance, and watch the sun play hide and seek with the tiny salal leaves waving in the teasing gentle breeze.

My steps slow down, my shoulders drop and I breathe slower and deeper.

I may have the tool of powerlessness at each sudden crisis and exciting situation at my desk that fires up, but I also have the powerful tool of my imagination.  It’s my story and I’m sticking to it!