The daffodils are blooming and spring is here with beautiful sunny days lifting my spirit. We hardly had any winter but the dim rays affected my mood reminding me of the power of beliefs. Mama hated the gray winter days and somewhere along the way, I was indoctrinated as well. While it seems true the sunlight wan's in the winter so what? I can suffer ill effects or choose no response and not let it bother me. How often do we allow other peoples ideas to dictate our well being and happiness? It's another example of resistance to what is, moodiness instead of practicing Presence.