In the early days of the Pandemic I wrote about the unwinding. Time seemed to have stopped, replaced by undoing, slowing the patterns of forward movement as one might loosen a skein of wool or unravel a weaving. A release of deep-seated patterns hurtling us forward towards the planet’s extinction. Simple things like, “I’ll drive here […]
Climate scientists and activists have been sending out red alerts for years. But imagination can’t be forced. I look at photos of dark orange skies with disbelief. Friends and family in California and Oregon describe the darkness of morning with a mild, numb shock. My daughter shakes her head. We don’t completely believe it’s happening, even now.
