It’s been a rough year for a climate warrior. Every day, something new to set us back. So many steps backward that I’ve gone into a surreal denial, shuttling the bad news to some dark corner of my psyche.
Kudos for Max. It takes a kind of chutzpah to intentionally unbalance yourself, to forsake the familiar and the comfortable.
I have been talking up climate change at my synagogue for some time now. Maybe that is why the rabbis asked me to give a brief personal reflection on one of the central prayers recited during these Jewish High Holy Days.
I’m not having an easy time of it. And I don’t even live in Houston or Florida or Mexico or Montana. This climate change work takes its toll.
I just read an article about climate change in New York Magazine by David Wallace-Wells. He begins like this; “It is, I promise, worse than you think.”