From my journal:
Headache. Tired. Sad. Slept late. I’m disappointed with myself for feeling sad again, and then I realize that it’s sadness for all the people who are scared and suffering right now.
I look at the pictures of my great-nieces and nephews on the fridge and I think — they will live through this, and they will be part of the new generation of global citizens who will change everything. Sooner, if we manage to take back the government and pass a Green New Deal, later if the Republicans hang on for another four years. I don’t think they can hold on past that. Those old white men will die, and the paradigm will shift. If we have four more years of Trump’s idiocy, things will get much worse before they get better. Of course, it’s always possible that we will kill the planet. It wouldn’t be an initiation if we knew we were going to survive.
Then I have a sudden vision of all that’s going on that we don’t know about. All the invisible spirits and forces that are also making things happen. All the butterflies flapping wings in Africa and Uzbekistan. Nature regenerating faster than we ever could imagine once we changed our behavior.