No one invites tragedy, I’m thinking as I stand in the new-new garden, looking at the sun rising over the quiet city. Or not so quiet. It’s becoming a bird-city. Less contrails in the air and less traffic noise gives me pause to watch a flight of thirty-odd swans arrowing the sky.
And I’m wondering about these crisis points as times when the World (meaning; life, time, history, everything bigger than us), becomes strangely unavoidable. Even when we are so removed from each other, we cannot ignore the larger, and more fundamental realities beyond our job; our habits; our personal aspirations now.
What it means to have a friend, or someone there for you when you may be feeling hungry, sick, or alone.
What it means to have fresh air on our faces.
What this experience must be like for all the rest of life beyond my isolation.
Dolphins returning to Venician canals.
Sometimes you get a win.
Just earlier this morning, a Court of Appeal ruling declared that the proposed expansion to Heathrow Airport was illegal according to our obligations to the Paris Agreement climate talks.
I’m hoping that this ruling indicates a shift towards a more broader recognition of climate laws, not because I think that legislation is going to fix our wounded relationship to the rest of the natural world… That sort of work has got to happen on a much deeper, and much more radical level. But this ruling should give us some joy because legislation, in the general theory of societies, is supposed to rely upon the notion of Common Justice. Or what is ‘naturally held to be true’. What are the principles that we wish our society to live by, and be known for?
What do we hold sacred, as environmentalist thinker Charles Eistenstein asks?
Every win is a step towards a better, wider horizon. Every win for this sacredness of the earth means that, tomorrow, we might be able to do more. We might be able to make bigger shifts. We might trust companies a little less, and our own feelings about the environment a little more.
The Paris Climate Agreement (as limited as it may be in some ways) is about the future. It’s about caring for the future of the planet, and that means all us creatures and beings on this weird little ball, and who will be born or sprout here after. I’m hoping this judgement means that in some small way, the UK cares for the same things, too.
Statement of Interest. Notes.
I’m fascinated (
obsessed by, perhaps) by the notion of ferality, as described by Merriam-Webster as;
Definition of feral:
a. of, relating to, or suggestive of a wild beast (feral teeth) (feral instincts).
b. not domesticated or cultivated (feral animals).
c. having escaped from domestication and become wild (feral cats).
This definition pictures a previously domesticated animal that has returned to a natural state; city dogs, ponies, humans who have ‘gone wild‘. One way of thinking about this is a previously colonized creature now living in nonnormative ways, and exhibiting nonnormative traits.
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