Thirty minutes ago, standing in my kitchen, I imagined a list of points I felt would be interesting, maybe valuable, connected into a narrative
In between then and now I sat down to write, but was met with a host of articles that seemed more interesting, more important, or just generally better than what I might write
So I read those until I realized I would soon be out of time for writing
By then I had forgotten what felt so coherent way back in kitchen time
But I do remember this
I didn’t like it when Donald Trump, the President-elect of the United States of America, a 78-year-old person, wrote “Gavin Newscum” to refer to the Governor of California
Thinking about this brought to my attention that I seem to be offering myself frequent reassurance these days, like a mantra: I’ll be okay. It’s going to be okay
I’ll be okay, it’s going to be okay
We’ll be okay, we’re going to be okay
This time: I will read less news. I will… focus in my lane
I’ll cultivate my humility. It’s certain that I’m wrong about many things. Maybe other people see something I don’t
Maybe they can fix the tax code
Maybe we aren’t heading for The Road
I have been working in the genre of climate change since 1999
I have always hated working in climate change because it is about boring and invisible gases and nobody likes it and there is no way to refer to it without reverting to language that every human finds distasteful and annoying
I didn’t choose this field. It’s like Frodo who didn’t want the ring but there it was, gleaming of Mordor
This ring came to me and I tried to give it back because it sucks
When one has been working in climate for two and a half decades, one can see some writing on what used to be the wall. You no longer need to have an active imagination because it is written in charcoal and mildew
I refuse to write anything about hottest years on record and what the statistics now show
I hate statistics and they also suck
Those scary numerical bludgeons seem to have been useless, now, though they are still everywhere, all the time, shouting at us and sending us to our uber-available and GNP-enhancing entertainmopharmacopeia of isolated self-soothing
Peter Singer said we have “two distinct processes for grasping reality and deciding what to do: the affective system and the deliberative system”
The affective system uses images and stories, and generates emotional responses; the deliberative system uses facts and figures and speaks to the reasoning mind
Our reasoning minds are jackasses
So here we are. It’s almost the Monday
There are fires and the various responses to fires
There’s also, like, a lot of crumbling infrastructure. Have you noticed that it’s more common now for there to be a gas line problem or a boil water notice or a water main that’s out?? I mean in places where rich people live, even there
Or your bank temporarily stops working. Have you noticed that they sell TicTacs in a super large pack now? Or that a bag of rice at Trader Joe’s costs $5??
I work as a freelancer, mostly as an editor. A lot of my work has to do with climate change and also statistics and measurement
So as you may deduce from #s 1-29, that sucks for me because I hate statistics and climate change
All of the above have led to a recent bout of soul searching (on the outside it looks like crying a lot while dancing to the same songs as a form of therapy but I can assure you it is in pursuit of some soul-derived communiqué)
WHAT CAN I DO???
I’ve tried acceptance
I’ve tried cry dancing (see #33)
I’ve tried burying a ratskin bracelet, putting my crystals out in the full moon, and asking a higher power to take the wheel
Lord knows I’ve tried unsubscribing from all these emails
I was recently in a therapy session with a child and the child was focused on reporting the misdeeds of another kid at school. This person or that person is being a jerk and they are doing me wrong, doing me wrong, doing me wro-ong. And the therapist responded: “That really stinks. I’m hearing that this other person is super annoying. I’d love to know what you are wanting. What matters to you???”
Seemed like a pretty neat trick so since then I’m paying attention to the habit of being so focused on who’s doing you wrong that you struggle to notice what you want, what you love
You become a reaction. You are about their wrongness. What they did, what they are doing. That’s all you can think about, even in describing your very self
This coming Monday my nation celebrates the legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. who said “I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear”
Another thing is also happening on that same day, a hop, skip and a jump away from this happy home
This morning over coffee Dave proclaimed: We will do something like we did the last time
(Last time, we plunged into the earth with our two very small children and spent the day walking among stalactites, remembering that life has been living for a lot longer than our petty woes)
We will turn our back on what is happening down the road
I don’t know, I said
Turning our back, I said
Then I said something brilliant but elusive
Then I left to take a shower, seeking either inspiration or just warmth
I’m a little embarrassed to mention myself and taking a shower because it conjures me in the shower and I feel awkward to bring that up
But i do take showers, most weeks, and this is a week with a lot of showers
Gavin Newscum, I thought
I remembered something I had read a few days ago:
“Every oily-fingered fossil fuel executive, cash-in-a-bag sprawl developer, and corner-cutting factory owner in America is lining up for a jamboree of lawlessness and impunity. Project 2025 has identified hundreds of regulatory and administrative targets to destroy. A society crashing from one incompetently managed disaster to another offers ample opportunities for corruption, graft, and profiteering. Corrupt incompetence remains the one deliverable Trump has actually reliably produced”
Then Rebecca Solnit’s The Faraway Nearby came to mind:
“The first definition the Oxford English Dictionary gives for emergency is the same as for emergence: ‘the rising of a submerged body above the surface of water. Now rare.’ Then comes ‘the process of issuing from concealment,’ ... And then the definition we’re used to, ‘a state of things unexpectedly arising, and urgently demanding immediate action’”
Solnit continues: “An emergency is an accelerated phase of life, a point at which change is begotten, a little like a crisis. Quite a lot of suffering often comes along with it, of mourning for what will be left behind—an old self, an old love, an old order—and of fear for what is to come, of the wrenching difficulty of change itself. The poet John Keats once referred to earth as ‘this vale of soul-making,’ and it's in emergencies and difficulties that souls are made”
I said to Dave later in the afternoon: In the movies, if you turn your back, lots of times that’s when you get stabbed
Also, when you turn your back to someone or something, the orientation of your body is determined by theirs
So maybe that’s not the right metaphor, we agreed, but what else: if not turn your back and not kiss the ring?
I’m on the therapy couch saying: these oily-fingered, cash-in-a-bag, corner-cutting, profiteering, name-calling, ring-kissing dudes are doing us wrong
And my inner (unlicensed) therapist responds: That really stinks. I’m hearing that these other people are super annoying. I’d love to know what you are wanting. What matters to you???
I spent some time recently considering fear, where it comes from, why so much
I drew a picture about it (an alternate to crydancing)
That brown burrow inside the bottom of the “f” is where I go to hide when I don’t feel safe. It’s also part of the ground I stand on to re-member my feet, attached to earth, and to an energy bigger than me
And like envy or shame or any of the less pleasant feelings, it occurred to me, while coloring, that fear sits right next to love. A clarion announcing forcefully from my deepest parts what I love most
Sam, now 11, said: The inauguration is happening on Martin Luther King Jr’s day. I bet he’s looking down and angry about that
Maybe not, I said, and shared with him a bungled version of the quote above: “I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear”
Sam said: Are you saying I’m supposed to love everybody? I don’t think that’s realistic
Well, I said, let’s say the President makes a law that’s really bad for dogs. But you love dogs. Are you gonna spend your energy hating the President? I think the quote is saying to LOVE SOME DOGS. Fill yourself up loving dogs as best as you can for as long as it takes with whoever will help you
I’m nearing 50 and my energy is not infinite
Or maybe it is
But while I’m here, shipwrecked in this moment of history with you
I want to work with land, to nurse it to health
with beaver and bison and otters and oysters and
beautiful, gentle-ish, messy humans
I’m not sure about these oily-fingered, cash-in-a-bag guys. I don’t know how many of those there are
My dad has a small business that manufactures bespoke screws and bolts. Is he a corner-cutting factory owner lining up for a jamboree of impunity?
I guess there are those. The ones who watch for drunk girls at the club
I don’t want it to be true
and still it’s true
it’s true
but then there are the two farmers in North Dakota
I have a lot of heroes
So many, and I want to learn from them
fight for something
make something, build something, love something, say something
but not the same safe thing, not hiding in the burrow and certainly not as the child on the couch
knowing it will take courage, and humility, and openness,
and there will be loss, there has to be, there is no other way
there is no other way
emergency:
the rising of a submerged body
the process of emerging from concealment
a state of things unexpectedly arising, and urgently demanding immediate action
I pray for strength
and for friends and teachers
“Faith is taking the first step even when you can’t see the whole staircase”
Amen.
Notes:
The farmers in North Dakota
The oily-fingered quote is from Alex Steffen writing in Mother Jones
You did this so well. It’s personal and universal, as well as hopeful in the midst of hopelessness. I’m moved, and beyond grateful to have such a skilled ally in this fight for our lives that we’ve all been unwillingly conscripted into.
Hi Jennifer!
I just started reading The Hobbit. I ordered the full set of Lord of the Rings books which I have never read/watched (the movies) before. One day soon this:
"It’s like Frodo who didn’t want the ring but there it was, gleaming of Mordor."
will make sense to me!
;)