We had our first snowfall this morning.  I wasn’t expecting it so when I walked out into the garden for my morning tea and meditation session, I was both shocked and excited.  I love first snowfalls.  It’s like nature has laid down a fresh coat of white paint on everything and at once I get this feeling of endless possibilities.  Whiteness does that for me.  When I look at a blank canvas, I think of all the possibilities that blank canvas can represents.  When I sit down to write, and I am staring at a blank sheet of white paper, I am terrified and excited – terrified because I don’t know what I am going to write or where my writing will take me, and excited because it can take me anywhere, the infinite possibilities of a blank sheet of paper.