It is Day Three of the Snow-In. No exaggeration. Snowed all the way in. I have given up hope of returning to work this week. It won’t stop snowing. Inches per hour are falling upon inches from the past two days. The temperature won’t rise enough to melt snow. We are well over double digits in snowfall amounts. Well into single digit windchills. The novelty has worn off. I take another bath. Drink another cup of tea. Read a little. Write a little. Another Zoom yoga class. Meditation. All the snow day things, day after day after day. Probably tomorrow. Probably the next day.

I keep turning to look out the window expecting to see something different than I saw the last hour. Still snowing. Inhale. Exhale. It’s okay. I’m okay. I have heat and water. I have power. I have internet. I’m luckier than most. I’m amused at the irony of working all week eager to enjoy the weekend. Now we are all looking forward to the weekend’s promise of a break in the weather so we can make up the week’s work. But here and now with hours of more snow forecast, can I be okay now? This is the yoga that’s not a pose.

Nothing can change right now. Nothing can be different right now. All I can do is be here with what is here. Wanting things to be different would only be helpful if they could be different. Since things can only be this way now, my yoga is to ease into contentment with now. Release my frustration. Move slowly into tasks or activities compatible with a quiet day. Make soup. Eat the soup. Watch the snow without needing anything from it. Let it fall. Breathe and let it be. Put on another layer. Light another candle. Practice contemplation without expectation. The strange silence of a world usually so noisy. Notice all the interior dialogue which seems so loud now. The echoes of all the times I said I didn’t have time for XYZ. Now I do. Time. Solitude. Silence. Days of it.

Inhale. Exhale. Here is okay. Now is okay. This is the practice.