I can feel the strong pull to welcome creativity into my life, particularly when plagued with the virus of uncertainty. The touch of creativity is not a matter of what I do, but how open I am to what is doing me.

Today, I remembered to yield to the feel of the morning chill, as I helped free the trees of their tangled branches. Lost in the moment; uncertainty gracefully yielded to indifference, followed by a sense of unwavering certainty. I could clearly feel the wind's tender support, particularly when the focus of attention was free of a personal point of view.

Trimming trees on a November morning in Tucson…