On A Pilgrimage I have been waving the climate change banner for the last ten years, through writing, speaking and collective action, afraid that if I slowed my pace, all would be lost. Now I see that I must slow down, grieve for what is lost and continue to take action even with a broken heart.
It has not been easy. I can’t do this alone. I invite you to walk with me.
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Several years ago, a dear (white) friend told me that he was exploring his own racist thoughts, beliefs and actions. I waved him away—‘that’s great, not really my cause, so glad you’re doing it.’ I used the word Cause, as though human beings were some kind of project to be assembled or a banner to be waved.
In the midst of my climate despair, my sister was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. When she died three months later something inside me cracked. I was all grief. I couldn’t take another climate step.
