My bonnie flower, with truest joy
Thy welcome face I see,
The world grows brighter to my eyes,
And summer comes with thee.

~ Excerpt from Mountain–Laurel, by Louisa May Alcott

Awake very early under an overcast sky with the promise of a pleasantly warm day. There is housework to do before I go out. Charlie is patient. And then it’s a gorgeous, lovely long ramble. I am sorry to have missed a phone call from my son at his new job in Vermont. Frank and I talk long distance about the experiences we are having with this week away from each other. I am looking forward to Thursday morning poetry workshop and I am thinking deeply and reflecting on The Warmth of Other Suns, which I’m listening to on Audible, and this massive portion of American History that was entirely untaught while I was in school about the mass migration of over six million Black Americans who fled the South to the North and West from 1912 to the 1960’s. In the afternoon today, I took this sweet picture of the young fox at Drumlin Farm in Lincoln, MA, which I visited with my daughter and a special someone to see the farm animals. This is a sanctuary, so the animals that live here (the ones that aren’t farm animals) have been rescued. What a beauty, those penetrating eyes. I woke up reflecting, this morning, gathering insights from my psychodrama session on Zoom yesterday with Nina, my longtime trainer. Such a surprising––and wise and satisfying––decision to initiate this work with her, someone I know and trust and who inspires me deeply. I did a brief psychodrama and the revelations percolated and were quite revealing this morning. Clarity, a jolt of it, about an old issue. Accessed in a uniquely creative way, through psychodrama. And, I was thrilled, this morning, to find an e-mail from my client, Grace, whose writing about a traumatic memory of racism in the classroom as a child was published in the the Journal of Expressing Writing.: How Expressive Writing Is Helping Me Deal and Heal. Working with Grace is pretty special.