I decided to walk with wet feet. I was taking photos of ice in the brook and one foot slipped off the tuft of grass, and then the other and it was in the high twenties and I thought, well, my feet will be cold but they won’t be frostbit, so I’ll keep going on my walk. I woke up after 8! Charlie was glad I decided not to swim today and just to take a lingering walk with him. I am listening to Melissa Febos on Audible now, as well as Thich Nhat Hahn, to her book “Body Work,” quoted above. It was a richly rewarding walk. And home to time with Frank and my daughter and her boyfriend, a drive to an open house as they begin a bit of fun house exploring. Sunshine and cold. And tonight, my Play Lab met and the writing was so good and the comments on each other’s work, and I was glad to be spending the two hours working so creatively with these women. Someone gave me a gift today. It was the gift of a memory. I was ready to receive it as a gift. The timing of how childhood trauma heals is mysterious. So much patience is required. So much self-trust is required, and so much self-compassion.