The world is on fire, figuratively, literally and literally again.

Politics, police killing people, protests, riots, Covid-19, climate change, and raging wild fires. How much more can we take this year? How much more will it take to make people recognize a reality beyond their own narrow world view? Sometimes it feels like the more we need to change the more folks double-down on staying the same. They shake their fists and shout, “you can take my biases and privileges when you pry it from my cold dead hands!”

It feels rather end of times right now. I woke up the other morning to world cast in ruddy. yellow light, to fine layer of ash on the hood of my car. Smoke in the air and ash on the ground.

A previous fire as seen from our backyard circa 2014

Everything is so dry, the heat so oppressive, the wind too strong. It is the prefect storm for wildfires, and they have exploded up and down the state. I can barely stand to look at the pictures and read the posts on social media. Smoke and Ash, death and loss. It hurts my heart to think of the destruction. I mourn for the forests, and I mourn for the people who have lost everything, including members of their family and friends.

And the president offers no words of sympathy, no promise of support. His only words are sarcastic and cruel, politicizing, dividing and blaming. He is really and truly not my president, not because I didn’t vote for him but because he only cares about those who did. If he could get away with it, he would punish every state that voted for Clinton. He’s made it quite clear that he’s not “for us” if our vote wasn’t for him. Luckily, he has no choice but to help, it’s his job, and I’m sure his advisors make it happen rather than him. United we Stand, Mr. President. Divided we fall. I’ve never seen us so divided.

Oak trees killed by the Cedar fire in 2003.

Unfortunately, to paraphrase Max Plack: A truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die and a new generation embraces the truth for what it is. There’s a generation of conservatives out there who will never see the light– who am I kidding– Two generations, mine included.

I hope our younger generation has enough time to embrace the truth and act upon it. The fate of the world is in their hands more than ever. It’s a mighty weight.

We’re getting closer to election day, and my anxiety grows every day. This year has proved that anything can happen, and I fear for what may come in such an environment. Tensions are high, fears run deep on all sides.
I am trying so very hard to remain hopeful. I tell myself that it can’t happen here. Not to us, not to America. But it’s hard to be an optimist when looking through smoke-colored glasses. It’s hard to be hopeful in a world where you can’t breathe.

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