Feeling It

When there's laws and storms and cases and conflict it's easy to feel as though my little essays are like birds chirping in the corner of a giant auditorium of dinosaurs. It's odd to read the news and look out the window and feel anxious about a new school year and see the leaves blowing just as surely as they did yesterday and forever ago.

Every climate, it seems, is changing. From the natural world to the information highway and ultimately the landscape of our inner selves, finding the steady amidst the tumult feels like an evermore elusive yet important goal.

Returning to this blank page and crafting these few words each week is one way I check in with myself and with you, and I hope you have something you can return to, too - a mug, a sidewalk, a plant, a connection - something that stays the same, for all the best reasons.

Also, best wishes, in advance, for the day after Labor Day. All I know is that I'm going to take that shower, put on those pants, and show up as I can. We're all feeling it, but we will all go forward.