i need to let go of anticipation to be present and not anxiously leaning forward precariously. anticipation makes me top heavy and more precarious. need to get down from my head in my belly and my solar plexus, hey solar plexus, inner light, guide me now. 
yesterday i was all a-jumble in anticipation of fifty some inches of winter, when only four were in the sky. if all the snow were to fall at once we would be stopped inside, and happy in our boxy igloos with snowlight windows.

i am quiet surprised 
in the place where i live
by a good listener.