This week my husband and I enjoyed a little midwinter break at a Scandinavian spa. After a soak in a hot pool, I sat ensconced in my robe in a relaxation room in front of a large picture window. I was starting a new book that I’d brought along: “This is what I’ve come to believe about change: it’s good, in the way that childbirth is good, and heartbreak is good, and failure is good. By that I mean that it’s incredibly painful, exponentially more so if you fight it, and also that it has the potential to open you up, to open life up, to deliver you right into the palm of God’s hand, which is where you wanted to be all along, except that you were too busy pushing and pulling your life into exactly what you thought it should be. So this is the work I’m doing now, and the work I invite you into: when life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.” (Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet) Good stuff. As I looked up from my book, I saw that fat snowflakes had begun drifting down. Above the trees, a huge hawk circled. It was a moment of perfect, silent serenity.