By Mary Friedel-Hunt
A dark cloudy morning is upon me, and it feels good. I enjoy it when the sun hides behind a layer of clouds, when rain threatens, and cool air moves into the valley. It reflects a big part of who I am these days. I like to curl up with a book and hot coffee, write a column, or just sit quietly, dog on lap — all 74 pounds. When the atmosphere hugs me with a gray blanket, I tend to spend time focused on my interior world.
Most of us spend way too much time focused “out there.” Jobs, people, events, trips, shopping,