The world is but a canvas to the imagination.  

~Henry David Thoreau

I went out early, soon as it was light. The temperature was below freezing, and I was happy to find some new ice taking shape, and happiest when I found the picture in the ice I call “New Ice with Moon.” I was looking at the spot where the water met the ice and the reflection of the tree branches, and I saw that the white disk formed in the ice was a full moon hanging over black branches in a winter-dusk sky. All day, this photo that felt like a found painting in ice kindled my creative spirit and nourished my sense of beauty. I carried the thrilling feeling of play and discovery through the day and to this night, where I am ready to sleep after a long, happy, productive day. Yesterday, I sent my weekly Aim for Astonishing Writing prompt, devised by instinct: to write from a photo of the Silver-Lining Voice, and today, was delighted to hear from two readers who wrote from the prompt and shared about the experience with me. I got to read the poem and see the photo of one of the writers, and it was nourishing and lovely. I was so glad I sent just the right prompt to those who needed to receive it. With my Monday night poets tonight, I shared my riptide poem. As it sometimes happens, didn’t get the feedback I needed. I did get some ideas to think about and possibly try. I was happy to receive a gift of two books from Tom, who leads the workshop, wrapped in his gorgeous hand-made gift wrap covered with his calligraphy. A treasure–and gift, as much as the books are. Then, home, I opened an e-mail of an acceptance by a journal who wants to publish one of my ice images from this winter’s harvest. Surprised at the one they chose from the batch; the one I almost didn’t send. I was glad they saw what I saw in this found image: “Pen and Ink.” Charlie had a trip to the vet and the good news is he’s quite healthy; and, sadly, gaining too much weight! Food isn’t love, Charlie, I tell him, and kiss him repeatedly on the brown soft top of his head.