We live in bi-polar times.
Or maybe I just feel bi-polar.
Some days, I have great and abiding hope for the genius and heart that I see displayed by the positive, forward thinking leaders who emerge with solutions for the times we are in. Gasoline from algae? Yes! Oyster mushrooms to clean up the gulf? Yes! Other countries have pulled their heads out of their butts? Yes!
And then the pendulum swings, and things like this leave me feeling CRAZY. Or anything on this page. Watching my government gridlock, gears grinding in a not so funny version of Modern Times. Fanatics are taking the stage and people are listening to them. Am I a fanatic too?
On days like today I am. I am a fanatic about my daughter. About her right, and the right of all children, to a beautiful and sustainable life. I am a fanatic about good, healthy, accessible food. I am a fanatic about the preservation, nay, the reintroduction of, natural systems. On days like today I feel like I woke up in a bad dream, where I wonder why we squander our human potential on the perpetuation of war, distraction and consumption. And it feels like it is all speeding up. Where are we headed? And I mean AFTER the winter solstice of 2012, where the clock will tick silently on and we will realize that we can’t wait for the magical Mayans to save our ass.
In the meantime, in an effort to unplug more, I am re-adopting a slower way of entertaining myself. The world of literature. It has been so long since I read fiction consistently, definitely not like I did as a kid, where, if I wasn’t eating, sleeping or studying I had my nose in a book. I pick up the occasional recommendation from a friend, but otherwise, when I go to a bookstore, I am overwhelmed by the unfamiliarity of authors and new publications.
What have you enjoyed reading lately? Any suggestions are welcome! While I am not trying to bury my head in the sand, I also do need downtime to counteract the bombardment of our planetary crisis. Ok, so I am burying my head…in the delicious smell that can only be found in the pages of a book.
Here are some captures from our Monday walk on San Bruno:
(Fern’s awesome new poncho courtesy of Grandma Timmins.)
So lay it on me. Watcha readin?