Winter is in full swing here in Chicago. We even had a whopping low of -43F windchill. Although bitterly cold, there is something so serene about a fresh snowfall. Its like a purifying ritual, where all the ground gets covered in a dusty glittering blanket of purity, marking a beginning or a new way of seeing. Beginnings are an inconstant state; everywhere and anywhere you can see a new beginning budding or taking form. Its what keeps life going, its what keeps us moving and growing. All beginnings are just a gateway to growth, discovery and self-actualization!