Among the many futile actions folks are taking in the face of catastrophic climate change, I hereby add one more: this blog.
I need a place to write things down. Someplace public, as a record. But also anonymous, because I don't need to live inside-out online.
For all the chatter about the climate crisis - words measured, shrill, accusatory, resistant - there's not enough talk about the day-to-day experience of living it. That bit, that to me that is most salient, also seems to be the most overlooked. There's some talk from time to time about 'climate grief' and 'climate anxiety,' but what about the befuddlement? The difficult decision-making? The awkward attempts at trying to do the right thing without all of the necessary information? The constant feelings of inadequacy in the face of a challenge that must be surmounted if we are to stave off catastrophe?
I worry that the consequences anthropogenic global warming will be worse than we expect, sooner than we expect.
I worry that humans are too contentious and individualistic to come together in time to minimize the potential impacts facing us.
I worry about the loss of nutrients in food, loss of farmland, food shortages.
I worry about more frequent, more devastating wildfires, floods, hurricanes.
I worry about water growing more scarce as rivers and aquifers dry up and mountains lose their snowpack.
I worry about melting polar ice, rising sea levels, and reaching tipping points that could send climate change spiraling out of control.
I worry about people being displaced with nowhere to go.
I worry about our already tattered social fabric falling apart completely and living a state of lawlessness and mistrust.
I worry about my child's future.
About all the children's future.
About my future.
With these fears in my heart, I take tiny steps each day in what I hope is a right direction. I am sure there is more than one right direction.
I will write about all of it here. The experience of living at this crucial moment in human history. Perhaps you will join me from time to time.
I need a place to write things down. Someplace public, as a record. But also anonymous, because I don't need to live inside-out online.
For all the chatter about the climate crisis - words measured, shrill, accusatory, resistant - there's not enough talk about the day-to-day experience of living it. That bit, that to me that is most salient, also seems to be the most overlooked. There's some talk from time to time about 'climate grief' and 'climate anxiety,' but what about the befuddlement? The difficult decision-making? The awkward attempts at trying to do the right thing without all of the necessary information? The constant feelings of inadequacy in the face of a challenge that must be surmounted if we are to stave off catastrophe?
I worry that the consequences anthropogenic global warming will be worse than we expect, sooner than we expect.
I worry that humans are too contentious and individualistic to come together in time to minimize the potential impacts facing us.
I worry about the loss of nutrients in food, loss of farmland, food shortages.
I worry about more frequent, more devastating wildfires, floods, hurricanes.
I worry about water growing more scarce as rivers and aquifers dry up and mountains lose their snowpack.
I worry about melting polar ice, rising sea levels, and reaching tipping points that could send climate change spiraling out of control.
I worry about people being displaced with nowhere to go.
I worry about our already tattered social fabric falling apart completely and living a state of lawlessness and mistrust.
I worry about my child's future.
About all the children's future.
About my future.
With these fears in my heart, I take tiny steps each day in what I hope is a right direction. I am sure there is more than one right direction.
I will write about all of it here. The experience of living at this crucial moment in human history. Perhaps you will join me from time to time.
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