Kind of messed up how Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring ‘62, John Brunner’s The Sheep Look Up ‘72, and Kate Wilhelm’s Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang ‘76; are as relevant now as they were 50 years ago.
I actually wondered a week or so ago when it seemed like I could literally feel the change and the fear in the air, whether the birds could sense something was different. At the time it seemed plausible. Now it seems like a desperate grasping, hoping we’re not alone.
Contrarily, these three constituencies have been attempting to convey their concern since we chose faith over fact, zeal over knowledge. These are the few that still participate in our entropy, the sky being the most vocal of late (weather, et al). And the knocking down of planes, formerly bird jobs
There's a part in the Lord of the Rings books where Gandalf faces off against the Witch King as the walls of Gondor have fallen and things are insanely dire, and right in the middle of their terrifying confrontation Tolkien describes a rooster crowing in the background. Always found that comforting.
The environment is always reaching out to us to show us calm and safety. We can practice paying attention. It's a great counterbalance to all the time/energy we spend attending to "what's wrong"
There's a red maple tree near me that almost makes me feel like none of this is real because a tree that majestic simply cannot exist in this timeline.
The birds and the sky and the trees are under threat too. CALL YOUR REPS and DEMAND they protect our national parks and public land from drilling and mining!! 😭😭
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