As usual, I woke up around 5 a.m. and traded texts with Sarah at the Cambridge Pantry.

Today is Woman’s Day; the tampons–pads, etc., were cleaned out yesterday. I’ll be looking for help soon.

The record-breaking number of people who came needing food support is unprecedented. The women’s need shelves are empty. I’m going to the pantry shortly.

I glanced at the news as I sometimes do and quickly told myself that my day would not begin reading about a sick comedian and a former President riding around in a Garbage Truck and talking about his great lovefest at Madison Square Garden and how loved he is.

No matter which side might be doing it, I won’t voluntarily walk into that circus.

One of the most beautiful things at Bedlam Farm is the early morning when Maria and I get up to tend to the animals. Maria has words for every single animal on the farm, from the chickens to Zip to the sheep and donkeys.

They each have a name, and she knows it; I wanted to share this beautiful beginning of every day with the people who read my blog, most of whom also love animals. So here it is, a video, Maria In Bedlam At Sunset. I consider it a meditation, but perhaps it is more than that.