I confess to some strong tension going on inside of me
as I contemplate Solnit's thoughts and ideas.
I'm feeling called out.
However, I believe, small actions matter. And doing nothing isn't being idle.
I have a strong resistance to guilt as a motivator.
I am seeking a way to act that makes sense and has an impact however tiny.
There's also my deep belief in the River of Goodness which
gives me hope in the darkest of hours.
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's poem today brings solace.
I love this place (Earth).
There are options:
"to shovel, to teach, to clean, to rebuild,
to organize, to guide".
All options matter.
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