As I drove home this afternoon, I noticed more and more areas where the snow is gone, but we still have a blanket of snow around our house. Now, I sit inside. Outside, the wind is howling. It riles up the dog who barks. The chance of snow seems to be giving way simply to heavy winds.

When I let the dog outside, the trees were creaking in the wind, but there are no branches down yet. I sit at the blank page on the computer, waiting for words to come; hoping they come before I fall asleep, before the wind causes a power outage.

My mind wanders to Lenten meditations, readings for the Health Fellowship program, thoughts about what sort of impact the blog is having, my work is having, and trying to find a good balance of all of this.

I remember many times waiting for friends to show up. In my early days, waiting for a date at a predetermined location, later, waiting during the moments before a party, for the first guests to arrive, these days, waiting for some meet up to start at a local coffee show.

What do we do, while waiting? We could do our exercises.

And then, there are times writing, waiting for inspiration to come, doing our exercises, and finally deciding that no one is coming tonight.