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That day, after a long, dirty, hot day of planting, I walked to one of my favorite spots, a ring of granite boulders sheltered by a huge, gnarled Canyon Live Oak. There, lying shattered and rotting in the middle of the ring, was half the 60 foot tall tree.
I sat down in the driver’s seat, staring out the window.
And then the question that was probably there the whole time, waiting to surface: How do I tell myself?
The sadness, the fear, the despair comes over me in waves when I think about it. The whole biosphere, sixty-six million years of adaptation and speciation, is dying.
And at the crescendo of sobbing and loss, the saddest thought I’ve ever had came to me: I wish I didn’t know.
I mean, we need to fight to save what we can, but the web of life as we know it is done.
Earth Day 2019.