I too feel myself adapting . Nervous nibbling at the edge of danger. Like a mouse,
my eyes dart, unable to focus. The arctic wind will come again. I see my kin, the pines at the edge of the field. They stand in a group. Talking, I think.
Oh the nervous nibbling. The pines, your kin talking. You know they aren't saying anything good about us!! Thanks for being one of the trees at my side!!
What you point out is very troubling, and I feel it too. And don't know what to do about it - don't know if I can shift from fiddling while the world burns... dancing on hot coals.
We have to believe our actions could count. But in the face of the enormity of the problem, the billions of dollars the banks and fossil fuel industries throw at greenwashing, the swing to the right of politics, why not fly to Paris for April?
Out where I live in the West, our forests are burning up before our eyes droughts are becoming the new "normal" and people are protesting- but not for climate change issues -but for wage increases, police misconduct and other valuable issues but that totally ignore the natural world. I write a odd little blog that evinces a certain detachment in all matters, but in my real, personal life, I am contributing large amounts of my disposable income to environmental groups. I too feel the urgency, but no one else of my circle does and thats very troubling- they're all liberal, highly educated people but they seem oddly numbed.
Oddly numbed. I know you have an astonishing familiarity with philosophy and mathematics. We need to solve the problem of how to stay in urgency and act. It feels a little mathematical to me: the problem has so many zeros that subtracting your own small number from it seems so inconsequential, why bother? How can one make one's own small number count?
Excellent questions and I don't have anything but conjecture to offer. I think we humans, as all biological organisms are, are not evolved to remain in a constant state of emergency. We cannot sustain it. Flight or fight are short term responses to danger. We can flee a forest fire or a predator but not an ever-encroaching fire, or an ever-pursuing predator, at some point we turn and fight the one or surrender to the other. Recruitment of our inner resources perhaps require perception that the danger is immediate rather than slowly developing, is well defined, rather than fuzzily abstract, is amenable to solution rather than so enormous as beyond our capability to remediate. Humans have a certain stoic fatalism that kicks in. But we're not all alike and that is a saving grace. As individuals like yourself who do have a sense of urgency, remain vocal and active, there is a slow but increasing recruitment of others that gathers speed and force. That's our hope.
I have the bug. I think the flaw with evolution is that in all animals, people, insects, ocean creatures, and any being that can move, urgency only comes with imminent immediate danger. The thing that gives me some comfort is that my generation feel more sad about the tremendous loss that climate change is bringing than our grandchildren will. It not be felt in the same way as our grandchildren, who didn't have the climate equilibrium we had, so they don't feel the same loss. It is the only thing that comforts me. The biggest enemy to the climate is that the corporations' mission is to make as much money as they possibly can. The bottom line is all that matters. And in many countries like our own, our country thinks that is okay. We are fighting fossil fuel companies whose mission by law is too make as much money as possible without regard to anything else. Until that changes, we will be masters of our own destruction, not to mention the cause of the sixth extinction. I keep hoping there will come a point where we consider climate change a war worth fighting. We can make sacrifices in wartime but we can't seem to do that in peacetime. I think of it as a war.
Finding the right metaphor for the climate crisis is really hard. In the book, Beyond Climate Breakdown, by Peter Friederici, there's a really good discussion of why the war metaphor might not work particularly for people who didn't experience ww2. Wars have become so common the author calls them background noise. Maybe the word is resistance: to the fossil fuel companies and the banks and their greenwashing lies you fume about so eloquently! Thanks for caring about this so passionately!!
I hadn't thought of that! You are right, you have to have at least known people that experienced WW2 to really know what the kind of sacrifices everyone had to make until the war was over. All the rationing particularly. Resistance is a better way to think of it. I really loved your Rethinking Everything story. It really brings home to me the sadness we are experiencing and the feeling of urgency that is so not being acted upon. Thank you!
What a terrific question: what happens after we know it’s real? Perhaps it is such an overwhelming existential threat that the vast majority choose to go on with blinders on. On the wall of the Circular Church UCC in Charleston SC where I worshipped this morning, the high water line (during storms like Hurricane Hugo) for 2020 completely covers the ancient cemetery. I’ll send you a photo. Charleston and environs are in great danger! My hair is on fire!
How come some people like you can run around with their hair on fire but others can't. The answer to that might help us figure out how to keep more hair on fire!!
Another masterfully written piece that really made me think! Thank you. You nailed the disconnect and numbing that often happens once people know it's real and I believe it's there that our activist/organizing practice comes in to offer a home for them to take action in collaboration with kindreds. Much love to you and yours.
The very specific ways you translate the information presented about what the rise in sea level will mean for the land you sit on right now and the coast where you and your children built so many memories created a visceral sense of what we are losing in me. I don't live in Maine. I live on the West Coast where every day I walk along the cliffs that are eroding with each drought, each storm, each higher-than-normal tide. Managed retreat are dirty words here. I see people building only feet away from what will eventually be covered in water.
Even so, I confess that there is a constant struggle to keep the sense of urgency alive in me. It is more a question sometimes of where to direct that sense of urgency and the energy acting on it requires. Reading your essays is helping me.
I too feel myself adapting . Nervous nibbling at the edge of danger. Like a mouse,
my eyes dart, unable to focus. The arctic wind will come again. I see my kin, the pines at the edge of the field. They stand in a group. Talking, I think.
Oh the nervous nibbling. The pines, your kin talking. You know they aren't saying anything good about us!! Thanks for being one of the trees at my side!!
What you point out is very troubling, and I feel it too. And don't know what to do about it - don't know if I can shift from fiddling while the world burns... dancing on hot coals.
We have to believe our actions could count. But in the face of the enormity of the problem, the billions of dollars the banks and fossil fuel industries throw at greenwashing, the swing to the right of politics, why not fly to Paris for April?
Out where I live in the West, our forests are burning up before our eyes droughts are becoming the new "normal" and people are protesting- but not for climate change issues -but for wage increases, police misconduct and other valuable issues but that totally ignore the natural world. I write a odd little blog that evinces a certain detachment in all matters, but in my real, personal life, I am contributing large amounts of my disposable income to environmental groups. I too feel the urgency, but no one else of my circle does and thats very troubling- they're all liberal, highly educated people but they seem oddly numbed.
Oddly numbed. I know you have an astonishing familiarity with philosophy and mathematics. We need to solve the problem of how to stay in urgency and act. It feels a little mathematical to me: the problem has so many zeros that subtracting your own small number from it seems so inconsequential, why bother? How can one make one's own small number count?
Excellent questions and I don't have anything but conjecture to offer. I think we humans, as all biological organisms are, are not evolved to remain in a constant state of emergency. We cannot sustain it. Flight or fight are short term responses to danger. We can flee a forest fire or a predator but not an ever-encroaching fire, or an ever-pursuing predator, at some point we turn and fight the one or surrender to the other. Recruitment of our inner resources perhaps require perception that the danger is immediate rather than slowly developing, is well defined, rather than fuzzily abstract, is amenable to solution rather than so enormous as beyond our capability to remediate. Humans have a certain stoic fatalism that kicks in. But we're not all alike and that is a saving grace. As individuals like yourself who do have a sense of urgency, remain vocal and active, there is a slow but increasing recruitment of others that gathers speed and force. That's our hope.
I have the bug. I think the flaw with evolution is that in all animals, people, insects, ocean creatures, and any being that can move, urgency only comes with imminent immediate danger. The thing that gives me some comfort is that my generation feel more sad about the tremendous loss that climate change is bringing than our grandchildren will. It not be felt in the same way as our grandchildren, who didn't have the climate equilibrium we had, so they don't feel the same loss. It is the only thing that comforts me. The biggest enemy to the climate is that the corporations' mission is to make as much money as they possibly can. The bottom line is all that matters. And in many countries like our own, our country thinks that is okay. We are fighting fossil fuel companies whose mission by law is too make as much money as possible without regard to anything else. Until that changes, we will be masters of our own destruction, not to mention the cause of the sixth extinction. I keep hoping there will come a point where we consider climate change a war worth fighting. We can make sacrifices in wartime but we can't seem to do that in peacetime. I think of it as a war.
Finding the right metaphor for the climate crisis is really hard. In the book, Beyond Climate Breakdown, by Peter Friederici, there's a really good discussion of why the war metaphor might not work particularly for people who didn't experience ww2. Wars have become so common the author calls them background noise. Maybe the word is resistance: to the fossil fuel companies and the banks and their greenwashing lies you fume about so eloquently! Thanks for caring about this so passionately!!
I hadn't thought of that! You are right, you have to have at least known people that experienced WW2 to really know what the kind of sacrifices everyone had to make until the war was over. All the rationing particularly. Resistance is a better way to think of it. I really loved your Rethinking Everything story. It really brings home to me the sadness we are experiencing and the feeling of urgency that is so not being acted upon. Thank you!
What a terrific question: what happens after we know it’s real? Perhaps it is such an overwhelming existential threat that the vast majority choose to go on with blinders on. On the wall of the Circular Church UCC in Charleston SC where I worshipped this morning, the high water line (during storms like Hurricane Hugo) for 2020 completely covers the ancient cemetery. I’ll send you a photo. Charleston and environs are in great danger! My hair is on fire!
How come some people like you can run around with their hair on fire but others can't. The answer to that might help us figure out how to keep more hair on fire!!
Another masterfully written piece that really made me think! Thank you. You nailed the disconnect and numbing that often happens once people know it's real and I believe it's there that our activist/organizing practice comes in to offer a home for them to take action in collaboration with kindreds. Much love to you and yours.
The very specific ways you translate the information presented about what the rise in sea level will mean for the land you sit on right now and the coast where you and your children built so many memories created a visceral sense of what we are losing in me. I don't live in Maine. I live on the West Coast where every day I walk along the cliffs that are eroding with each drought, each storm, each higher-than-normal tide. Managed retreat are dirty words here. I see people building only feet away from what will eventually be covered in water.
Even so, I confess that there is a constant struggle to keep the sense of urgency alive in me. It is more a question sometimes of where to direct that sense of urgency and the energy acting on it requires. Reading your essays is helping me.