Only a short walk, but I find one image I like and that is so much. The melting snow, the morning brook. My head muffled with thought. Another e-mail this very morning, waking up. A journal rejecting my poem that needs the ending: “We’re so sorry to see this go.” Hmmmph. I am frustrated, and it’s okay to feel like this right now. It’ a paradoxically unmotivating and motivating feeling. I swim. I go further than I expect. I have much to do at my desk, and seeing my client cheers me up. (Happy Birthday, J––!) Soon, I dig into the poem again, determined to give it the time and attention it deserves. It feels complete to me now. I hope. Send it off to my trusted poet friend. Her comments help me to feel I’m done. I will take every one of them; they are astute.

My youngest comes in the afternoon and stqys for dinner. I cook a meal that pleases everyone. Then, my daughter and I attend a performance that’s part of the Playback North America Conference that’s happening this week and next week online. It’s an excellent, moving show and my daughter tells a story and the playback is wonderful. She and I are co-presenting a workshop as part of the conference next week: “Under the Splashless Moon–Metaphors For What’s Emerging In Your Life: A Creative Writing & Playback Workshop.” What a delight, to collaborate with her.