When I started working at home, I thought I would slow down, and I’d start to pay more attention to everyday life. And I do love it…I can focus more on what I’m writing, I have time to do thoughtful reading and researching, and the quiet lends itself to listening for inspiration. But all too often, the day goes by like a double-time silent movie. When Friday rolls around, I look back at the week and find I haven’t meditated (again!), I haven’t taken photos, I haven’t gone outside and stared at the moon, I haven’t reflected on much of anything. Oh maybe, I’ve hastily read an inspiring quote or bumped up against a Rumi poem, but I haven’t been stopped in my tracks. The only exception these past weeks has been the daily cloud show going on. When I drive over the bridge crossing the harbor, I’m transfixed by the huge rolling cloud formations and wish I were a passenger so I could snap photo after photo. I’ve done U-turns on the way to the grocery and tried to chase a particularly spectacular armada of clouds just passing through, but by the time I can pull over, Elvis has left the building. So I haven’t really found inner peace since I changed my lifestyle. I haven’t had an epiphany or a revelation. I haven’t picked up a paint brush or found the first paragraph of the book I’ve been wanting to write all my life. But I’ve braked for clouds.