Maria and I took the dogs into the deep woods. I woke up in a foul mood today, angry and down. I don’t really know why, the Black Dog came and sat beside me. I hope he doesn’t plan to stay to long. I was thinking of the deep and dark depressions I used to struggle through the waves of panic. When I feel this way, I think of the big dogs who shake themselves off in the rain, and I try to shake off the dark mood.

In the woods, Maria found treasures. i beautifully-preserved bird’s next that  had fallen from a tree, several feathers, a larger turkey feather. I’ve walked and walked today, my legs are sore, my spirit a bit drained.