the article goes on.
"Rebecca Solnit finds solace, inspiration, and teachings in landscapes both rural and urban, from the beach at low tide to homeless people on the street. She is passionate about spreading awareness of climate change, a cause in which she sees great advancements.
"I've seen the revolution and we're living it, she says, it's slow and broad and deep and has changed innumerable things immeasurably. To appreciate that, you need to be able to perceive subtle, complex slow things. What does climate change teach us, she asks. First that everything is connected. So we need to have international cooperation, to make our decisions together. We already have everything we need, and we don't need to burn the fossils from millions and billions of years ago.
Facing perhaps the greatest existential crisis in human history in climate change, Solnit says we need to ask ourselves, Who are we in the face of this? What does it ask of us, and how do we respond? Yet when others despair, Solnit has faith in the power of human awareness, action and cooperation. It feels like millions, maybe billions of people are walking away from a status quo that didnt serve them, that didn't describe the world accurately, and are now making more beautiful versions, together. " When others fear uncertainty, Rebecca Solnit sees hope in what can be found when people feel the most lost. Lindsay Kyte, Lion's Roar Special Edition Awaken Your Heart and Mind
I have great respect for Solnit, high regard from reading her words over time and in diverse places. I respect her as a scholar, a writer, a human being. And my experience of the world is very limited so i am going to trust her when she says that millions, maybe billions of people are walking away. Ok then. ok. Hope. I am going to Go with it.
don't know why i'm putting this here....its what happens sometimes when i go to enter pics from phone camera...me...looking down at my own thoughts and images....me, having just come in from the evening feed of the buck Goats...how i am. Quite often, whether or not i comb my hair. Maybe this is going to some kind of particular year and i sense the need to witness this old woman i've become?
Maybe i will call this the Rebecca Cloth. The one about how someThing always gets born, Always.
