The best way to start is just to jump in, right? It seems like the best way - wouldn't want to get trapped by overthinking. So I am just starting - without even a burning message to convey.
Other than that now the sun's out - and we should have stuck it out at the Farmer's Market, kept holding down our little blow-away booth, with one hand on the umbrella and the other handing out soggy flyers on climate action events (be part of the Blue Line March next Saturday! Come to the Cool Thurston Cafe on the 27th!). Things, small events, attempts to change the earth. Really the effort felt pathetic and made me angry at the futility - a band of volunteers - moms who's kids are grown is what we were today - when what is needed (as with all causes, of course), is a huge banner across the stage saying Act Now to Divert Catastrophe - 350.com - why does that sound like the New Yorker cartoons of the guys with sandwich boards reading, "The King is Dying, Long Live the King?" or "The End of the Earth is Coming" - don't remember a punchline for that one.
Sometimes it feels so futile, other times... well, it always feels futile, just sometimes a little more rewardingly futile.
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I've kept a journal since age 10, when I wrote silly things about boys I had crushes on and girls who I thought had stolen things from me. Now that I'm moving out into the middle of the Pacific, to live off-grid near Hilo, Hawaii, from being born in NYC and raised in NJ, and then finding a home in Olympia and raising 3 kids, it's a way to keep talking to friends, to reflect and clarify and make sense of things, or keep in touch with that things don't make sense. You will notice I'm not a techno-brain so not very fancy with the blog design and features. But I do have kids who are and they or anyone can make suggestions :)
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