I've been having trouble writing to my regular postal correspondents lately; I've fallen out of the monthly postcard habit, and I miss it--and I feel bad because the people who actually write to me are really wonderful and don't deserve postal silence on my end. Yesterday and today I managed to write some notes, and I'm hoping the trend continues.
I remembered today a good thing which happened yesterday but which I didn't post: I've been working through Catherynne Valente's Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making, and a chapter yesterday--in which the main character turns partly into a tree and sings a lullaby to her own Death--was really lovely. It's a good thing in the present to remember good things in the past!
I worked on two writing assignments today, and I got one completely done and another mostly done. I wasn't sure I would find thoughts or words, but I did. I also got an email from my teacher today with some nice feedback on the paper I submitted on Tuesday.
It's been rainy today, but I walked down to the dock at sunset nevertheless. I innovated and took a cup of coffee with me, which felt cozy. I saw a heron, a hawk, some turtles and minnows, and geese. And I rested my eyes from words by looking at the water.
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