Relentlessness

It snowed all day here. My dogs played in it. In New York City it was almost seventy degrees.

On NPR, they announced that Maine lakes are thawing, eight to twenty one days earlier than they had in the twenties, a good point to calculate back from.

Global warming is relentless despite the small signs of hope I cling to. It is also something we can do something about. I think we must all be as relentless as this terrible situation we have brought upon ourselves. Perhaps not to see the effects in our lifetimes or even our children's, but the alternative is far worse.

I have been thinking a great deal about why we don't do more of that: act in spite of despair. I think it is simple but very difficult. It is soooooooooooo much easier to feel despair or deny it or rage or hide than simply do the next right thing. The things we can do are legion. Some are political, some are personal.

They are all essential. They all depend upon loving this earth and all its creatures and all our foibles and all our magnificent achievements, whether it's an international treaty or playing in the snow.