Anticipating the start of the Real Happiness meditation adventure. Anticipating my 62nd birthday on the same day. Anticipating the potential blizzard on the same day. Anticipating important lab results the week following. Anticipating my meditation time when I hit “send.”  With hands in my, lap I bow my head to honor the gifts along the horizon. With hands to my heart, I honor the fullness of this one moment, of all that is, of all that can be. I hold my heart, sweet metta, and this universe. No need or desire to hold expectations.  Anticipation is anti-participation. Anticipation dulls my participation in the abundant fullness of now. Sacred sweetness. Sacred Now.