This morning

I feel very happy this morning. As usual the thoughts are many and varied, and they fly round like the dancers in the painting. My brain is as cluttered as the Baroque palatial interior, and as fussy as the dancer's costume and gestures. My thoughts are as bright and colourful as the costumes and furnishings.
Something in me has changed since I looked at the Lady of Shalott. I have looked her straight in the eye and confronted her. I thought about her all day. I had a wonderful time and excellent conversation with friends. I feel that I have finally banished a whole burden of doubt. Surely one of the most precious things in life is a kind word or gesture from someone you care about, and who cares about you.