I do a bunch of things before I go out, and it’s partly sunny. A cheerful thing I notice first, a feather, and I love the chance to take a picture of a feather fallen on the ground, right where and how it landed, a spontaneous, satisfying, decoration. I’m so happy today! To be feeling better, back to normal, to have my energy! My daughter calls me before I come in to tell me she now has the bug and will I make her some tea? I feel so happy today, inside and out. I am getting so many creative things done in this week despite the bug. A birthday card comes from a dear young lady, best friend of my daughter, my best friend’s daughter. Sweet card that reminds me of happy times of raising girls. And now they’re women graduating college soon and I will love and be loved by them all my life, through every stage having been together since they were babies born two months apart next door. This turning sixty keeps bringing such lovely surprises – harvesting, and just when I think the celebration is over there’s another sweet surprise. Today it felt good to do some strategic planning for my new programming following last week’s retreat, with SO MUCH learning and reflecting and so many insights to integrate. The pleasure of getting the thoughts cluttering my head and creating a bit of anxiety - I don’t want to forget anything - clear on the page. Writing it down, making it concrete. How the blank page serves me and wants me to write on it. Then I felt relief and energy - the words and ideas live soundly on the page. Thinking is thinking. Writing is action.