It continues cold, and so we have ice on the river’s edges, in the wetlands, and at the brook and I am happy, looking for images. Then, my swim. It was a bit of a chaotic morning getting Wave out the door. So the peace of the wetlands was very satisfying. I got work done on my play reading, on my newsletter, and I made chili for dinner, and ran my group tonight. After a bit of a spotty experience this fall with this group, it came together quite powerfully in the final session tonight. Deep connections and wonderful writing and support. I do think the election and its aftermath has had a very disruptive energy for people. And those who are very upset and finding it gratifying to be in the company of those who are staying positive and finding beauty and strength. Wave told me on the way home from school, when we dipped into a conversation about death, by accident, that he does not want to go to heaven. There are no toys in heaven, you see. No use trying to suggest that heaven is a wonderful place. Not if it doesn’t have toys. Reminds me of Landon at around this age thinking about heaven and toys too. Except Landon asked, when you get to heaven, do you get your toys back? and I said, yes. Of course. Heaven without toys. Impossible.