The best part of summer days: waking early with so much daylight. Sitting outdoors in the damp morning, without shoes or a coat. I walked by myself through the leafy woods to Farm Pond, to the beach, with my goggles and had a hearty, gorgeous swim. I feel so strong, swimming outdoors in Farm Pond in fresh water under sunshine. I ran instead of walking when I left the parking lot. Body memory of past years jogs after swims. Thirty three years ago today was my wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner in Cambridge. My not yet husband staying in a hotel nearby with his father and mother and Nana. Me staying at my parents’ house with all my brides maids. The excitement and exhaustion, the high and the thrill and the charge of emotion, knowing I was beginning a new life with this incredible love. Will it rain tomorrow, as it did on our wedding day? Who cares. In the afternoon, I helped run a webinar we offered from IWWG: Dorothy Randall Gray, “Writing the Rage: Healing the Soul.” It was hugely attended, almost a hundred writers, and it was very moving and deep. For the first writing exercise, she had the writers write for 8 minutes; the same amount of time George Floyd had the policeman’s knee on his neck as he was dying. It was pretty horrible, as the time passed. It was a horrifically long eight minutes.