By Sallie Bingham
I don’t remember when I began to sit. For a restless woman, sitting is always a challenge, as it has always been a challenge for me: the big world looms! All kinds of enticements and obligations call! And yet I believe the ten minutes I sit every morning literally save my life.
It’s cold and dark in the early morning here in Santa Fe, although as January progresses, there is a little more light, a pink in the eastern sky before sunrise. A few birds swoop and peep. The twigs on my little apple tree in my yard have fuzzy tips, way too soon; they will certainly be nipped by a late frost. And the snow is deep, soft and pure.Read More »