Everyone is marching in something today, standing up for science. Always the loner, I’m choosing a different way to express my commitment and devotion to the protection of reciprocal relationship to our relatives.
Today, I’m diving in with the question of whether or not we burn everything down we currently hold as ecological and environmental “protection”. I so desperately am tempted to burn it all down. The co-opting and devastating compromise of political machinations in the name of free-market colonialism are maddening. I am so tired of watching good people turn to anger in order to have their voices heard; watching as their pain radiates from the center of their bodies, reflecting the pain that I see radiating from the water and the trees, all under assault, intentionally silenced and co-opted.
Journal articles, books, previous writings of my own. What do we have to show for 50 years of environmental justice movements, legislation and development? It’s hard to not be cynical and jaded.
Seeking solace in print and pixels is a fruitless and empty endeavor without the balancing effect of the scent of a spring rain and the whispers on the wind of the swayed boughs. And yet, I persist.