
It’s a beautiful spring day here in the Canadian Rockies, and inside my head I’m a slightly less perky Julie Andrews running through the fields singing The hilllls are alive, with the soouund of muusiiiiiic. I’m feeling much more upbeat than I was a couple of months ago. Sixteen hours of daylight stretch gloriously before me each morning, and it makes all the difference.
Let me start by telling you how the short, dark days of winter begin at our house:
When my alarm goes off at 6:50am, I hit two buttons. The first turns off the grating beeping of my yellowing, twenty-year-old alarm clock, and the second turns on my 10,000 Lux, full-spectrum light. Continue reading



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