After all the turmoil and stress of preparing an edit of my "Falling Into Place" essay for publication, I realized I needed to refind my center. So on New Years Day, the day my photo essay first appeared on Burn Magazine, I began to meditate. Again. Even though it had been decades, it was easy to remember how to do it--simply stay aware of breathing in and breathing out. Of course my busy mind wants to go scurrying off in a million directions but I just bring it back when it does. Breathe in and breathe out. Such a simple thing. Actually the simplest part of my day.

I've now meditated every day of the New Year, and I'm beginning to feel grounded again. Whew, that was close. I almost lost my Self altogether.