Today, almost all the way home on my walk, I stopped and stood for some moments in the iced over swamp, ragged with ratty and wintered cattails. I just looked around and felt very refreshed by the fresh cold on my cheeks. Fresh air and the quiet of winter woods. I am saying goodbye, taking my leave of ice and the fabulous images it creates in all bodies of water I encounter out here that stir my imagination and psyche. Today was a day of such restorative and nourishing creativity, in every encounter, and I was aware of how I have chosen well - had the privilege to choose - a creative life. Helping a client launch a storytelling blog; helping a writing webinar meet in a nourishing environment; talking about my passion for imagination and creativity with the consultant who is helping me launch my own line of workshops; meeting with a designer who is collaborating with me on such an organic and stimulating, beautiful vision to express my work and excite people; reading the responses in my How Pictures Heal online course to the prompts for writing from their photos, and seeing how their exploration is enriching their lives. Tonight, I was tired, but went out the door anyway. My daughter was performing playback theatre with her troupe, True Story Theater, and it was a program about the invisible work of motherhood. What powerful people we are: mothers. And every story validated my own feelings and experience. And my daughter, seeing her share her gifts with the world in this role.