One step forward, ten steps back. This life is fucked. Press on, I guess, or I’ll die somehow.
Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
So you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
So you swear, you just saw a feathery woman
Carry a blindfolded man through the trees
With the proposed U.S. budget threatening to end funding for the arts and public media, Mr. Rogers’ 1969 speech to the Senate is worth rewatching and remembering.
It’s a warm, reasoned, graceful speech. Please watch, and please share without hostility.
Important thought: whether or not government funding vanishes, the arts need support. Spread the word about music, books, performances, visual arts, and TV/movies that are meaningful to you. Artists rely on word of mouth.
They also rely on money, both to do their work in the first place and to earn a living along the way. I won’t go excessively anti-piracy here, but if you value art, pay for it. Buy your favorite record instead of only streaming it. Buy a painting by a local artist. Donate ten bucks to a street performer. Or just buy a creative person lunch sometime and say thanks.
We have knee-deep snow and whiteout wind. We also have a dozen bluebirds huddling in the dogwood off our porch.
Adorable, tough little birds. I’m always amazed that animals so small can retain their body heat in this kind of cold. You’d think a strong gust would poof them right out. Nature’s neat.
The bluebirds keep flying back and forth between our dogwood and the neighbors’ holly bushes, where they’re eating berries. I heard them singing while I shoveled the steps. Gave them all a big thumbs up.
Here’s one now. Spoiler: He/she poops at the end.