"Balancing the Material and Spirit: A Winter's Reflection"
In reality, the material, my knees hurt. This cold is intense. I sat in 20 degree temps, in a valley by the river in a festival of lights, shivering. It is the only place I can see the sky without the light pollution. The low hanging, golden crescent moon was inspiring. I watched it move across the sky during my time at the festival. My heart ached for the plants and animals and people who would rather have warmth. Much like I, when I accidentally turned my propane heater off. It felt like there were no degrees at that point. Time can only move forward and soon I was on the road home. I drove under the frozen night sky, watching the moon between the bare branches as I zoomed by. I had it at a toasty 74 degrees in my car enjoying Christmas music, seeking songs with bells. I tried to ration out my sleep med last night and wrecked my rest. I got up late today and still could use a nap. I have about 2 hours before I have to get ready. What should I engage in for the next couple ...
