Speaking up

I’ll be honest, I’m not the most popular person in my family right now by dint of my unceasing conversation about climate change.

In the past, I’d have recognised this for what it is; namely, another deep dive into a subject that’s caught my attention.

This is different.

It’s life — theirs, mind and everything that’s still alive.

Trust me, this isn’t about some epiphany moment. This sense of dread has been with me all my life.

Yep, that’s what 51 years does for you. I don’t fully understand the science but I know enough to say we’ve fu*ked up the planet.

In case you haven’t figured it out, my drive comes from my anger. Not always but I get to a point where I’m driven to speak up and do something.

Of course, I could just as easily shut up — at home at least — but what good would that do? A lot actually. But then again, if my own family (including me) don’t take the issue(s) seriously, how on earth can I begin to proselytise a message that I’m not walking?

I can’t.

Actually, I don’t think it’s quite as bad as I’m portraying. I can sense that everyone is now well aware of the main drivers for climate change, loss of species and our obsession with stuff and, if anything, there’s more inclination to approach me or understand my position than there was, say, six months ago.

But it’s not enough.

And (I suppose) that’s my thing; namely to shine a light on something that lights up my life as it should do for you. More than that to make a difference.

Take care.


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