We've gone from four days of rain/rainysnow/rain/rain to a solid snow this morning. There's about an inch out there on the ground. It was snowing halfheartedly when we emerged from the blankets a couple of hours ago; now it's really seriously snowing, and I've cancelled our afternoon veterinarian appointment. I will have to drive out anyway to mail my Easter stuff; I just don't want to have to go to Lakeview--45 miles north--to the vet. We were going to get dog shots today, but that can wait for drier weather.
Before I go downstairs for coffee and creamcheesemarmaladetoast, let me say this:
"When we do not trouble ourselves about whether or not something is a work of art, if we act in each moment with composure and mindfulness, each minute of our life is a work of art. Even when we are not painting or writing, we are still creating. We are pregnant with beauty, joy, and peace, and we are making life more beautiful for many people. Sometimes it is better not to talk about art by using the word 'art.' If we just act with awareness and integrity, our art will flower, and we don't have to talk about it at all. When we know how to be peace, we find that art is a wonderful way to share our peacefulness. Artistic expression will take place in one way or another, but the being is essential. So we must go back to ourselves, and when we have joy and peace in ourselves, our creations of art will be quite natural, and they will serve the world in a positive way" (Thich Nhat Hanh).
9:17:03 AM 
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