We flew home to a winter storybook. Fresh snow clung to the tree limbs, the tops of the houses and buildings were white, and the streets looked like silver ribbons. It could not have been a more emphatic punctuation to a week of beach, bay, and neon lights. The glow of last night’s Cinderella Castle light show and subsequent igniting of holiday lights and music still warm inside of me. The holidays have arrived and with them the most intense awareness of center. Our cozy house, with its sledding hill and tree fort, our family chorus of laughter and singing, and that moment each night when all is right. I pad to their room, or rooms, whatever the particular sleeping configuration preference of the night is, and I…