Remember the movie Sex, Lies and Videotape? Sometimes I feel like Andy MacDowell's character in that, in the way that she obsessed about all the things going wrong in the world. Things she couldn't change. To a point it is almost crippling.
I look around today and I remind myself, if we all did what we could from our homebases, we'd make a huge difference. While I can't make my neighbor go green or eat locally, I can do those things. But sometimes it just doesn't feel like enough. I mean, I wish I could actually fix something. I wish I could stop feeling outraged about things. Oil spills, governments, big corporation fraud, garbage, pollution, agribusiness' monoculture, bees dying, polar ice caps melting, global warming, species extinction, famous child molestors, need I go on? But it all seems so futile. Even when I thought I finally made a difference with my vote, now I'm not so sure. My husband likes to point out that the Obama administration has re-elevated science and brought it back into public view. That alone is a great accomplishment. But I want more.
Who am I but a voice carried on the wind to nowhere? A tiny speck of sand on the beach huddled into the landscape with all the other specks. There is an ocean of trouble out there and all I seem to be able to do is watch it happen, watch it coming at us.