Here we are again – Tuesday. The last couple weeks I’ve tried a little harder to have at least a few hours if not a day that isn’t out in the streets, focussed on the news. I can’t turn it off completely and don’t want to – too much catch up is even worse than the steady stream of crazy but just a respite of doing normal things. And it often lands on a Tuesday because that’s how the current calendar works. Even getting my flat tire fixed Saturday was worth seeing as a normal thing. Getting the oil changed. Putting away the snow blower (although surprise – the yard is snowy this morning. And I see it was last April 12).

I am grateful for my warm house with working everything. I am glad to meet people at our weekly events and to have the sun and wind in my face. I gladly walk out along the edges of my property to see what the new day has brought and to hear any news the birds want to share. I think it’s super important now to bring that sense of “normal” to the front. What do we want? Normal. Space to live, A sense of safety. Room to grow and advance. And in that effort, some accomplishment, whether it’s fixing a fence or washing the car or making something from your heart. Just Do It.

you might be asking yourself
what does one do now while waiting
for things to fall apart today
while we are waiting to declare
just how crazy we’ve let things get
I started with making coffee
and cats’ food bowls were filled again
then for good measure while things brewed
I went out in a snowy April
yard to fill all the bird feeders
because all that felt normal, right?
I thought about writing this poem
and thought – well if the world’s ending,
make art — spread beauty — sing with birds