I found myself at my kitchen window one morning a couple of weeks ago, gazing out at the yard between where I stood and the little raised bed garden across the way. It is blanketed in white pine needles, that rusty brown shade they turn to once released from the tree. But there was something different about them that day, a glow about the space. Were they orange or, maybe pink? I was about to retrieve my box of 120 Crayolas in order to identify it! But at some point I gave up

I want to begin with an invitation to close your eyes if that is comfortable for you our cast your gaze downward and consider the following statements:  I can perform major daily tasks such as waking up, getting dressed, eating, and bathing without assistance, and/or I do not have to worry that my caregiver will not perform these tasks.  I am automatically treated like an adult in social and professional situations; people address me directly.  I can spontaneously particip