Awareness

 Our corridors, called Cloisters at the monastery, are very cold in the winter.  Winter is long here.  My first winter here I was quite aware of this whenever I walked through the corridors or hallways.  It took center place in my thoughts.  So I grumbled.  I was not ready, prepared to accept this is the way things are here.  Cold cloisters and hallways.  But then, over time, my second winter here, I am aware that it is cold, but I don’t really spend time thinking about it.  Cold corridors don’t take up space in my head.  It no longer seems to bother me, though it is still cold.  This is what I hear is called, “living life on life’s terms.”  No grumbling.