I started my new environmentalist zine. I hate that word–it’s so clunky. Such an ugly word for such a beautiful thing.
Earth loving. Earth healing? Earth embracing. Earth helping?
Well, the earth is so big. We are so small, in a way, considering the damage we’ve done.
I went to a peace vigil. I wasn’t feeling it. I talked to friends, held my sign, heard the passing vehicles honk.
Then I went to the women’s support group. We talked about friendship, trust, solidarity. I talked about striking a balance between having an open heart and taking care of myself. Being an introvert but loving people. How solidarity is the goal, but people love drama and taking sides.
People I respect so much and who I consider really smart will jump to the nearest conclusion and I’ll be like, what??
My friend gave me a ride home and asked about my dad’s death, so I told the story.
Then I made pasta. It was delicious, with sun-dried tomato pesto.
Ming says I should tell you the neighborhood dogs are out of control. They are barking like crazy. He was listening to one at 3am.
I try to ignore them. Dogs will be dogs.