I live on the second floor of a twelve-story apartment building that has enough morning light to keep my one indoor plant alive—a prayer plant that seems to live in spite of me. It fans its leaves out in the morning and closes them up at night, most likely praying that I will remember to water it.
And then it became obvious. Climate change is my spiritual path. It is larger and grander than my small life. It is urgent. It calls on me to laser focus. To let go of the superfluous. It makes life immediate.