My heart is so happy tonight. This morning, into the shining glorious wetlands. Mist and moist and fernly in the wetlands. Led my Ukrainian support group. Reverberations, of course, to the bombings of yesterday. And tonight, my heart is so happy because I have found a way to help my Ukrainian translator who is a refugee here in US. The perfect situation has arisen for her through the generosity of dear friends. I am singing myself to sleep, knowing how there is goodness in the world to answer Putin’s evil. I met with my poetry mentor and we worked excitedly on my manuscript. I felt this meeting would be a squeeze into my busy week; considered rescheduling. But no. I needed this meeting and it was hugely productive. There was room for it. I am a little anxious. Good anxious. Producing the showcase tomorrow night. It will be wonderful and all will go well. My energy will be well spent. Oh, the scene of October, here tonight, from my morning, in these images, is also singing me to sleep.