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Angela's avatar

Was recently reading The Lorax to a kid I nanny for, and was struck by how disgusted I felt reading this book published *43* years ago, teaching the same lesson of overconsumption & greed to generations of children while the adults in their lives fail to act.

Diving into amateur gardening over the past few years, and especially growing from seeds, has made me extremely, painfully aware of how much work goes into the growth of a single serving of edible food, and how disgusting food waste is in turn.

So many thoughts about food that’s supposed to be good for us; why does my local organic grocer (on the East Coast US) prioritize stocking organically grown garlic and bell peppers year round, even when it means shipping thousands of miles and across oceans from Argentina, Chile, Holland, & Israel? It’s better for our bodies, but the emissions involved are killing our environment.

(Sorry for the word jumble! I really, really appreciate your thinking out loud about these topics and sharing them with us. 🙏🏻)

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Cary Hart's avatar

I see you wrestling to find a footing. I too look for respite in the moral storm that is boiling up, a storm that fed climate change and is fed by it. When I was younger and hopeful, I thought everything could be understood and therefore bound. Now that I am older, everything is incomprehensible, my own storm as incomprensible to me as the changing climate is to scientists. I can see and feel the effects, begin to grasp the reasons, predict potential outcomes, try to change my footprint, moral as well as carbon, but cannot seem to grasp any of it. I question who I am, my place, but don't understand anything, not the whys, the reasons, the hows. But my anchor is others. I am not a writer so it is hard to explain, but I just wanted to say I see you.

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