Consider creating an interior file in your soul called Pajama Day, and when things get crazed, out of nowhere, declare any blessed day you feel like stopping and hanging out in your own holy wholeness.

I feel like we had our Valentine's Day on Wednesday, February 2nd. That was the day the heavens poured snow and sleet and ice over Boston and the town we live in and the workplaces we contribute to called it a Snow Day.

The American Dream could be stated as "You have to do it yourself to have what you want, so you can be who you are." But this is totally backward on a spiritual level.

Meditation accesses my interior knowing. And I'm not special. We all have interior knowing. What few of us have is the discipline to access it.