Tuesday is the Ukrainian Therapist Support Group day. This is what I think about on my walk. Still preparing what warm up to lead. The purple cone flower is in bloom. I do hope the bunnies cannot reach the blooms. I want butterflies to have their chance to drink from them. It’s so wet, grass and earth, my sneakers and socks, soaked from the gift of rain yesterday. By the end of my walk I know what to do with the support group. We have an intimate, emotional, deep session. The spontaneous art that is created is powerful. It has been a remarkable day. A swim at Farm Pond in the afternoon, my daughter joining me. Water cold, sun hot. Strength. I feel strong and at peace in my rhythmic stroke. Tonight, wrapping up my Aim for Astonishing webinar for the summer. Another deep and satisfying group experience. So very sleepy tonight. Dreamed of my mother last night. Yes, it was really nice. One of the rare, rare dreams when I get to feel that I am really in her presence. She was a grandmother in my dream; but young, with energy and health. A visitation, quite lovely.