Find a way to talk. Find a way to listen. Raise your hand without apology. Speak from your heart. Do it for your children. Do it for your children’s children. Do it for the planet and all her inhabitants. Do it for yourself.
Was I scared? Yes. Did I think I might mess up? Yes. Did I have to keep reminding myself that this was not about me, but something bigger than me? Yes. Was I grateful for support? Absolutely!
Did I feel courageous? Not so much.
“Climate and food are part of the same conversation.” She says slowly. “Oh, this breaks my heart.”
I let a silence fall between us. This is a lot to take in. Many people go through stages of grief. Hopefully in time, they move to action—often an antidote to despair.
“What should I do?” Elizabeth asks me. “I mean, I see it. I see climate change and food are the same conversation.”
“Geez, it feels like Miami today.”
“I follow him to the bathroom, maneuver my way so that I’m at the urinal next to his…”