Rain makes me realize how restless I am, like the clouds that hug the nearby mountains, roaming, appearing, vanishing. When I was eight months old, my mother tells me, I climbed out of my playpen. (Probably hit my head, too.) I still want out. Thinking about going to India this coming year. Yet the teachings of Thich Nhat Hanh have taught me to find refuge in the present moment, the only moment. Breathing in, I know I am breathing in. Breathing out, I know I am breathing out -- the breath as gateway to mindfulness. Please see my new monthly column in WNC Woman, Mindfully Yours, beginning in the February issue. Glad to be in the good company of editor Sandi Tomlin-Sutker and my sister writers. Looking forward to seeing some of you at tomorrow's book launch event on Forgiveness 2-3:30 at Jubilee! Peace out.