Oh, Monday. Monday in the house, waking up. A kind of tense grumble in the air. Household of tired bodies. One bunny in the bushes. No frogs visible in the pond. I am so pleased to see my magnolia shrubs in bloom with a bit of last night’s rain drops. I stop at the brook to be mindful. To appreciate all that is green and to feel a greening in spirit. Charlie and I walk into the morning being cheerful. Suzi comes part way. Much to accomplish at my desk—plans for the week with workshops. And a poem to write for tonight. I begin a new poem from letters––new set of letters––to act on the idea that came to me while meditating at the fountain in the Tuileries in Paris. A beginning. There are vegetables in the kitchen to be roasted for dinner. A swim in Farm Pond, sun on my back, late afternoon, hot afternoon, refreshment. My half-hour course from the boat ramp. My breath finds a rhythm and relaxes. I am here now.