My husband lovingly says, the good news is, when your cold is better, you will feel more alive than ever. And, in fact, his reminder does help; I believe him.

I strain through my morning walk to appreciate the lush beauty of a sunlit Florida day. And I'm grateful for waking up in the night and receiving a line from the poem I'm revising that I was afraid of breaking, because this line is an essential line that helps me see I am not breaking, but breaking open, the meaning of my poem. 

What I especially appreciate today: the sun beaming through palm fronds. I wonder what great poets have said about palms, and I find some treasures and choose this enchanting one by Bengali poet Rabindranath Tagore, who also happens to be a recipient of the Nobel prize in literature. The way the wind and the palm play with the essence of each other delights me. And the idea that a palm tree dreams and wishes and longs and travels – and then returns home, mind and body satisfied.