It was 1985, I was thirty-five, a new volunteer with RESULTS, an advocacy organization committed to ending hunger and poverty. I jumped in feet first, determined to make a difference, though I knew nothing about poverty, Congress or how a bill was passed. Something I couldn’t name was driving me to be a change agent in the world.
I’ve been sending you love notes about climate change for three years now, in the hopes that I will inspire, empower, and move you to action.
Is it working?
Talk to me. Tell me what you’ve learned.
Last week I received this email from a blog follower. It gave me pause.
“Davia,
I’ve emailed you about this before, but apparently, I’ve not made my point well enough since you continue sending out the same tired list of things that people can do…”
I’m sorry if I’ve ever bent your ear about climate change. I’m sorry if I’ve consciously or unconsciously dismissed the important work that you are doing, thinking that you should turn your attention to climate change. I’m sorry if I’ve been arrogant, cavalier, pretentious or smug.
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.
